This has been quite the experience for me. I thought it was going to be a breeze. The first week was easy. It was also the week my boyfriend was out of town. Sometimes I wanted coffee but settled for a cup of tea which was great.
The second week was okay...until....I stayed up 36 hours doing a freelance illustration gig for the company my boyfriend works for. I didn't had any coffee. That's right! I stayed up for 36 hours and there was no coffee involved. There was a lot of stress, panic and deadlines.
This third week I am just irritated that I'm not having a coffee when I feel like having a coffee. This is harder then I imagined it to be. I am looking forward to the same thing my BFF mentions below.
This third week I am just irritated that I'm not having a coffee when I feel like having a coffee. This is harder then I imagined it to be. I am looking forward to the same thing my BFF mentions below.
Comments from Sara:
It smells soooo good in the morning. I heard Gene stirring his
coffee downstairs today as I was waking up. It was such a yummy sound. And he
buys the good shit. I blame his 50% Cuban tounge.
I was groggy the first few days, but wasn’t so dependant on
coffee enough that I was in any real withdraw. For me now, it’s just a
taste thing, especially since I always had it at least half-caf. I can’t
wait for a nice Half-Caf French Vanilla Soy on a chilled October day. <Content
Sigh>
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