“What do you want?”
“Just coffee. Black – like my soul.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
I scribble this to you, kittens, from a largely empty Starbucks after dropping J. off at work and limping towards an extra sugary hot chocolate to make my early wake up time worth it. I have become one of those coffee house freelancers… how quickly we sink to cliche! It’s vaguely depressing. But then again, that may just be the Monday talking.