When the morning threatens rain, when the sky is overcast and lazy, a cup of matcha is precisely what I need, with its slow-release caffeine bump – unlike the jolt of coffee that so wreaks havoc with my system. This week I could use a little caffeine – just a little – as sleepless nights give way to exhausted mornings and lethargic afternoons. End of summer blues, perhaps. A general dissatisfaction with a miserable world in which there is no accountability so why does anyone care about fucking anything anymore?
This morning I have a therapy appointment – delayed by a week, and maybe you can already tell. Lots to talk about, lots to discuss, and none of it to be shared with you. If you want that kind of dirt (and you totally do) you’ll have to pay me. Dearly. In the meantime, there’s matcha.
