I sit down into a chair, dizzy, stoned. The coffee is finished. The voices are distanced again. This time there is no innocent ecstasy, no blissful slumber. But the caffeine high serves as an effective substitute.
Previous urges return.
Ah yes, today's difference, today's special purpose. A brief conversation with the other voices would surely shed some light on this troublesome conundrum, but I suspect that it will not be required. There is an ancient legend that Mohammed was given coffee by the angel Gabriel. The coffee supposedly gave Mohammed the strength to unseat forty horsemen and make love to forty women. Hell, if coffee can induce that magnitude of triple x talent then I'm damned sure I can summon up the mental agility to recall what I am supposed to be doing today.