I decided to cut back on my coffee intake. Actually, my laziness decided this for me. I was too lazy to buy more, I admit it. I mean it’s like way to much effort to go to the store and buy my life blood. Instead, I’ve been subjecting myself to replacing coffee with tea. I might have cheated on Saturday by having an iced coffee. Incidentally, I’m one of those people that hates hot coffee so I drink iced coffee year-round. Also, Saturday was the day it SNOWED. Fucking snowed, to be more precise. The most dreaded form of precipitation, it’s too early for this shit. Anyway, I’m digressing here a little bit.
Tea wasn’t doing anything for me. I came to this startling realization, not at my desk, but at 6am this morning. My head was pounding so badly, it infiltrated my dreams. MY SACRED DREAM SPACE! I spent most of my dream on a magical journey to find the Advil. I realized my journey hadn’t quite ended, when Sting rudely stirred me awake by “sending out an SOS” via my alarm clock. I blurted out a “fuck this”, and got myself some coffee ASAP. Well played caffeine addiction, well played!
EDIT: I still need to post about my birthday and Halloween. I’ll get there (eventually)