"I could use a really good cup of coffee right about now, Joe."

Twelve hours is a long time to work. A really long time.

Wish I was far away, somewhere really warm, under a tree, and that it was day time, and that I was listening to Rilo Kiley, and that I was wearing a tank top and eating a popsicle and that all my troubles were far behind me. And suddenly there was no such thing as work or school.
Oh man. I am tired, officially.