April 21st, 2005


broken me

I managed one week without coffee, or any other forms of caffeine for that matter.... then today rolled into town, and I rolled out of bed at the tune of 445am.

After a broken up 5.5 hours of sleep, I managed to stumble & bumble my way around my apartment whilst getting ready, only to realize that although I had been up for an hour, I was still finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

That's the moment I knew I was weak.

The only thing I could think of was coffee from Starbucks, a quad shot to perk me up, make me feel zippy.

So how do I feel now that I've consumed half the contents of my quad shot tall latte?
Not as perky as I should be. In addition, I fear opening my mouth and talking to anyone, as the dreaded coffee breath might escape. *geh*

The Plan?
Chug the remainder of my latte before other coworkers arrive, and brush my teeth & tongue vigorously, and then consume the entire contents of my water bottle.

must extract all evidence of my weak character.
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