The Urban Pantheist

I left my coffee on the counter this morning, so I went without until our break. I did manage to eat breakfast this morning, so I wasn't completely without energy. But my mood was in the toilet. I was glumly contemplating the "where are we going to move?" conversation cottonmanifesto and I had last night (see behind the cut if you are interested--most of you have read it before, but if you would like to help us out, by all means go ahead). I was despondent. Also my coworker, a competent but high strung person, was emanating so much anxiety about various issues at work, that I was near an anxiety attack. Until I had coffee I just shut down into myself.

Then I had coffee! Things aren't so bad! A move will be an adventure! We can work through our problems!
It's so weird to observe my mood, and how dependent it is on a chemical.

( here's the move issues )