Black medicine

Yesterday morning I felt as flat as a pancake, completely lifeless.
It occurred to me mid morning that we had run out of "regular coffee" and I had settled for decaf.
I have to be honest it does worry me that I seem to be so dependent on a daily fix of my drug of choice. (not enough to stop though)
I nipped down Broughton St to see my dealer yesterday so now I'm just about set up for two days in London.
Off to catch my flight.