I've got a cuppa on my desk. It's hot, steaming. Black. Strong. Just the way I like my...well, my coffee. This isn't Airplane.

I've also got a cup, on my desk. It used to be a cuppa. And then I went out for the night and left the mug on my desk and now it's still there.

It's a nice mug. My mom made it. I've drank a lot of coffee out of that mug.

I've drank a lot of old coffee out of that mug, today.

God help me. I've been on my grind, lately. A big part of what I'm doing with my head these days...