Two hours of sleep is enough. The truth is my sleep was terrible and I woke up with a panic attack. Don’t you love those kind of nights? I can’t imagine why I would have a panic attack, considering I’m pitching on a wing and a prayer in three days (counting today, since it’s only 2:27 a.m.) I’ve got coffee, decaf unfortunately but probably good for the situation, I know where my anti-freak out medicine is and the Tylenol. So, let me get going with my “The Scream” mug and start to work on fleshing out my outline for my Untitled memoir. Is “Untitled” a good title?
Miriam Kavanagh
Coffee & Writing 
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