I feed tigers.

This is going to be a relatively short blog.

What does "relatively" mean?

I guess it just makes me sound smarter, or whatever.

So it's been almost a year since I officially became an adult. And i say "officially" by non-official standards, considering that I won't really be an adult until I'm twenty-five.

But this morning, I think I took another step in reaching this adult whatever it is.

I made coffee.

I know. What's so special about making coffee?

Well....

That's the point.

It's NOT special. It's not supposed to be. I'm just making coffee for myself.

But you see, this is where it begins. This is how you train yourself to be awake every single morning for the rest of your life.

It's not like I went to the gas station down the street and fixed my brew, or went to Starbucks.

Fuck Starbucks.

I measured how much water I needed, measured how much coffee I wanted, turned on the magical machine, and six minutes later...I had coffee.

I guess I just felt weird. Sitting at the kitchen table by myself. Drinking this...bean water.

I'm not ready for this.

Can I live?