Don’t let your sweetie talk you into the chocolate-espresso cake at Café Esperanza, despite how good it is. I had a looming feeling of doubt when I noticed myself crunching into whole coffee beans in the icing but only when I noticed dawn breaking through my window did I truly realize what I had done. Still, I suppose I have no-one to blame but myself.
I did actually have a lot of work to do, and somehow managed to get a lot of it done in between bouncing off the walls, which is convenient. Still, I think I would have rather been asleep.