It’s just past 4pm on Wednesday and I’m already blazing down the caffeine highway. I’ve been rocking it since last night. I think one of the problems with wanting to write, or do anything that has a creative component and deadlines, is that you fall back in to bad habits. Energy drinks. Sweets. Tesco value pork pies. Late nights with endless cups of coffee. You fill your body with enough stimulants and shit and hope the resulting explosion is accompanied by the juddering birthing of your…