The coffeemaker isn't coffeemaking anymore.

I suppose it's easy for you all to shrug it off and return to your merriment…It's been years since I've attempted to ride my morning temperament sans coffee…Perhaps I should warn Miles to wear a helmet.

I'm distraught though, really. I sang my rendition of "how do I live without you?" and lamented. It's a healing process I suppose. "This too shall pass", and all that.

No one said that life was fair...but to be honest, this really stinks.