On Coffee
Coffee and I have a love/hate relationship. I love the smell, the taste, the dark rich color. I love how it gets me going in the morning, and how it can great wonderful community. But too much of anything is a bad thing, they say. I’m hopelessly addicted. Every year or so I detox myself, and lately signs have indicated it’s that time again. If I don’t have at least half a cup in the morning, by 1 P.M. life sucks something harsh. As soon as I get my hands on the coffee again I become a whole different person, it’s a tad scary.
I’ve been house sitting on and off for the past two months and I don’t make coffee here, instead I have green tea. Today needed something a little more to get me through this weekend, so my mother delivered me a grande dark roast black coffee from Starbucks. ( I can drink all the free coffee I want at work, but it’s crap and I prefer my fair trade, but I’ll settle for Starbucks.) Anyways, this really perked me up, but now I have caffeine shakes! My hands are shaking worse then I can ever recall having.
Perhaps this is a good metaphor for my life. But, I will have to get back to you on that once my heart starts racing and the feeling of paranoia goes away.
1 year ago