Geyserville, California - Bitter Coffee

I wake up with a Benadryl hangover most mornings. The hangovers come on the heels of relief so there's a bittersweet note to the morning. Hitting the coffee brew switch becomes a task through the morning fog. I look forward to the coffee clearing the fog.
The coffee did it's job today but turned bitter. The flavor was fine but the ritual was tarnished by a different chemical precursor. Human emotional fury is chemical, right? Hormones and shit?
It feels strange to be jolted into a reality by conflict. "Attack!", they say. "Oh, I didn't know we were there yet!", I reply.
There was no victim. Just two offensive and immature adults, dukeing it out. Why? I guess people just get bored.
The coffee worked because there is no morning fog. But I can't get this bitter taste out of my mouth. I get the feeling it's coming from me anyway. Whatever. Coffee is sometimes bitter too.

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