Maybe i’m just supposed to be doing more drugs (which is not meant to imply that i’m doing any right now). I mean, that seems to work for most bored people i know; it’s like taking a little vacation from yourself once a week. Of course, drugs cost money and respect and all that jazz. Plus, you’ve got to learn all the lingo. (Whoa, freaky, a friend of mine who is obviously a dealer just called and knocked me off of the internet. Message from god, or just too many low-life friends?). Ok, that was all a bit too surreal. We’re gonna pretend none of that happened and go to the Coffee Shop, were plain ol’ caffine is the drug of choose. Mmmm, expresso.