Rantings and ravings

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Dear you,

I have a theory. I have a theory that if you drink enough coffee, the world will be okay. She-who-shall-not-be-named told me that that was a stupid idea, and to get off the phone, but I really do believe that it's true.

You see, one day, I was out, and I saw this cloud. It wasn't just any cloud either; it was a horrid one. It was like a refrigerator; big and cold, filled with nutrients. It really scared me.

But than my carer, her name's Cara, (isn't that funny?) bought me a coffee because I asked her too, and everything was okay again. 

Stuff hadn't been okay since the accident, but when I had the coffee, it seemed less bad. I know things can't go back to being okay, just like that, but the coffee made it pretty damn close.

However, it could have been something other than the coffee. Maybe there was something about that day, or the place I was in, or the person that bumped into me and apologised. Maybe it was the table I sat at when I drank the coffee. It just felt less bad. Does that make sense? I dunno. I have to go now anyway, because Cara has brought in the little pills, you know the small green ones I told you about? Yeah, those.

Till death do us part,
Rosemund Pike