Pathetic life I call my own...

I bought coffee from a vending machine. 





It tastes like warmed ashes from a may-long-weekend fire pit.
Speaking of which - first May-long that I am not spending unshowered, smelling like campfire smoke and sans any personal care.

Actually,
i lied.
I might spend the weekend unshowered.
I am relishing my utter laziness.