Learn Serbian #30 (Reading stuff, half a glass, before I do smt)

Here's my translation of the text, I'm sure I've mutilated it style-wise, but the meaning is there:
The pill is small, white, oval shaped, can be broken in half.
I wake up at 5, sometimes 6, the need reaches its peak, it’s the most painful moment of my day. First I turn on the electric coffee machine. The night before I filled the reservoir with water and put ground coffee into the filter (mainly it’s Malongo, I’m still pretty demanding when it comes to coffee). I don’t light my cigarette before I take the first sip. I impose this refraining on myself, it’s an everyday success that has turned into my main source of pride (here I should admit that coffee machines work fast). The relief I get from the first smoke is immediate, its fierceness amazes me. Nicotine is a perfect drug, a drug simple and heavy, which brings no joy, but is defined entirely by longing and the cessation of that longing.
Several minutes later, after two or three cigarettes, I take a pill of captorix with a quarter glass of mineral water – mainly it’s Volvic.
I’m 46 years old, my name is Florent Claude Labrus and I despise my name, I think I got it after two of my ancestors, because my father and my mother wanted to pay respect in that way each to someone on their side. Everything is in so much more worth of pity as I, in fact, have nothing to complain about my parents, they were in every aspect excellent parents, they did their best to arm me with everything that was necessary to fight in life, and if I did in that life suffer a defeat, if my life is ending in sorrow and grief, by no means can I accuse them for it, but rather a sad string of events that I’ll have an opportunity to come back to – and which, truth be told, is the topic of this book…


NOTE: I said in the video that Marko Kraljević was a fictional character, but this is not entirely true. The myths are a crossbreed between a super strong giant and an actual historical person from the 14th century.