Morning Shakiness

Each morning when the deafening sound of the machine resting on my nightstand bellows out to all that can hear, forgetting that it is just I that lie there, I slowly pull myself out of the comfort of about the only thing I find joy in and hobble my way towards life itself. Life for me is always found at the end of just a few steps...
1. Filter
2. Fill filter with grounds
3. Pour water
4. Close apparatus
5. Flip switch
6. Wait...
7. Drink
But it does not stop here. I must consume this life until my very arms down to the hands begin to shake and tremor. My head feels like there is nothing there, and my stomach is cursing me from the inside out. If you haven't experienced this...you are missing out. It is at this point I realized before I drank this black cup of satisfaction that my blood had started to enter my coffee system, and this we can not have. It is now that I can start my day and move on with out a second thought. One and a half pots later...my day is beginning.