Saturday, July 30, 2005
I really should know better. I should. I should know better than to stir two espresso shots into steamed milk at a quarter to midnight. I should really know better than to do that - especially when I slept through most of the afternoon. It's just that it is staring at me. The espresso. That's right. It's saying "you know you want me". And the truth is - I do. I have a feeling that its going to be a really long night.