Café

Italian Coffee

Today has been a bad day, to say the least. Whenever I have  a really bad day I end up craving certain foods or drinks. Today I have been craving a good Italian cappuccino or shot of espresso. But it has to be in a little cup like that and I have to be at a cute little bar and there have to be lots of beautiful buildings surrounding me. I kept wishing I was back there instead of here. Oh well, you know tomorrow will be better. It will. I am here, not there, and I am confident that there is a reason and a purpose in my being here. One more semester. Four more months. Sixteen weeks. I think I can I think I can I think I can. Ahh, but I know he can.

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