Monday, April 4, 2011

And then I chugged my coffee. Twice.

It's no secret, I forget to do most things on a daily basis.  From brushing my hair (cross my heart that doesn't get done at least once a week) to turning down the thermostat before leaving the house, I just plain can't remember to do it all ya'll.  Don't even get me started on the garage door.  Touchy subject.  I don't however, forget to set my coffee maker each night before going to bed.  This does not get forgotten.  Ever.  Waking up to the smell of coffee has become an integral part of my daily routine and without it I would probably forget to do way worse things in the morning - Like put clothes on or brush my teeth - blek!  It could totally happen.

For the record this little addiction of mine has only been around for the past 4 or 5 years.  You know, around the time I moved up to the place where it blizzards during Spring Break, around the time I turned THIRTY, and started working - where I work.  Just sayin.

And now?  I crave it.  I wake up and it's the first thing I want.  I want it in the car on my way to work.  I want it at my desk all morning long and sometimes in the afternoons.  I don't know where I'd be without my ladies in the food court at work.  They brew my drink with an extra special ingredient:  love.  And it is awesome.  I also think there might be a little crack in there cuz I can't stop coming back for more, day after day.  Sometimes my hand shakes until the hot drink is in my grasp and then instant calm.  And it doesn't stop there.  I want it whenever I run errands or sit on my porch in the mornings.  Does it affect my sleep?  Safe to say yes it does.  Do I care?  not a lick.  Every now and then I check myself and I'm convinced that I might be filling my body with too much coffee so I should even it out with just as much tea - my gateway hot drink.  In my head it's perfect logic to consume just as much tea as coffee in one day but then I have to pee constantly and the whole thing is a freaking disaster.  This hobgoblin pattern happens at least twice a week.  Shameful.  But I digress. 

I should also tell you that I have lately developed an almost OCD tendency of drinking every stinking last drop, leaving nothing behind in the coffee pot. Must not waste delicious warm bev. Like I will finish what ever's in my morning cup, fill my to go cup and if there's still some left in the pot then I take that with me too.  Double fisting of the a.m. kind.  BY the way I live a mile from work.  The other day however I was apparently carrying too many things - shocking - and I just didn't have a hand to spare.  I panicked.  Before I knew it, I found myself chugging what was in my to go mug and I admit, it hurt a little.  But I chugged just enough to refill it with what was left in my pot and I felt accomplished.  Well done me.  And today?  I chugged it again.


Anonymous said...

this answers a lot of questions about you.

Schovillova said...

That's totally fair whoever you are.