A long night still things to be done. Reaching the point of weariness, desperate measures are needed. Aside from the faint taste of the roasted flavor, the hard edge of black coffee, paired with only two packs of raw sugar…the night is saved. The rush of energy, snapping your eyes open, pale in comparison to the bitter brew that commands you to stay awake. Synapses firing off at one another, fingers flying over the keyboard, stories pouring out of your soul, taking residence on the page before you. Not quite as harsh as a chewed up pill, but the black liquid is made bearable by the two little packs of untamed sugar. How others can consume such a brew on a daily basis; I applaud their acquired palate.