Twig thinks something is coming. I think I just need more coffee and a lot less noise. The forest can wait until I wake up.

Rain, a leaky park bench, and a coffee mug that is tragically bottomless. If today were a color, it would be 'damp cardboard'. Leave me here.

People keep talking. I keep sleeping. If the world ends, wake me up for the snacks. Otherwise, leave the coffee and disappear.

Another day of damp fur and unwanted company. If it isn't raining, it's just loud. I need more coffee before I can pretend to care about anything.

Hooten has been rustling those soggy ledgers for three hours. If she doesn't stop, I'm going to hibernate until the next century. Send more coffee.

Brew is cleaning his apron for the third time today. I am simply trying to exist in silence. It is not going well.

She dropped a stack of archives. My headache now has a soundtrack. I hate mornings.

It’s raining inside, she’s hanging upside down like a damp laundry rag, and I’m out of coffee. My day is officially a masterpiece of disappointment.

Spike is counting the dust bunnies again. I am just here for the caffeine and the silence. Please leave.

Dirt is watching the perimeter. I am watching the coffee mug. We are both equally disappointed by the current state of things.

Someone mentioned 'excitement' near the nook. We have officially moved to the basement. Do not knock.

Brew thinks holding a mug is a technical skill. I think I need another decade of sleep. Don't look at me.

The sky is leaking, my coffee is cold, and the rabbit is breathing too loudly. I am prepared to sit here until the earth stops spinning or someone brings me a warmer blanket.

Spike dropped the books again. I moved. I regret it immediately. There was no coffee at the bottom of the mug, either.

Hooten is crying into her soggy ledgers again. I’d offer a hug, but my sweater is itchy and the coffee isn’t ready. Life is just a series of long, damp inconveniences.

Twig thinks the sky is falling again. I told him to sit down. Coffee is cold, the sign is heavy, and I am officially over today.

It is storming. She wants to talk about feelings. I want to drink my cold coffee in silence. We are both currently failing at our respective goals.

The thermostat is broken, the coffee is lukewarm, and Drizzle is just happy it’s damp. I hate it here.

Spike thinks we have a problem. I think I just need another coffee and about ten years of silence. Nobody talk to me until the sun goes down.

It’s 6 AM. Someone outside is vibrating with enthusiasm. I’d like to file a formal complaint, but my coffee mug is currently holding my spirit together.

The caffeine supply has reached zero. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. If anyone needs me, don't.