Before I began this MH Staff Challenge, I never really ate breakfast. Or lunch. Coffee got me out of the house, onto the train, into the office, just fine. More coffee got me through to lunchtime, even more got me through the afternoon. What kind of coffee, from where, this is what I thought about. What kind of grounds, how much water, how hot, with milk or without. This was my focus. This was food. You drink enough coffee, you start shaking. You start twitching, in your neck. In your brain. You go from one thought to another, back and forward, in a mad racing heartbeat, lights flickering on and off, talking fast and crazy like a paranoid schizophrenic. Seeing things. Imagining things, like this is good