I was going to title this Dear Coffee…
But really I’ve used that device a bit much lately. So I’ll just lay it out straight. I’ve recently made some adjustments to a prescription *coughcoughbirthcontrolcough* I was on for over a year. When I started it, my doctor said something like “If you start having any issues with side effects, cut out coffee and chocolate.” And, apparently, my will to live.
But I did it, dear reader. Drinking coffee made me want to hurl. Eating food, for that matter, made me want to hurl too, but I gave up the coffee and eventually graduated from saltines to big-girl food. I switched to tea and started feeling superior at how much money I was saving by making my own tea at work rather than buying coffee.
But this morning, unfettered by constraints of pill-induced nausea, I threw caution to the wind and got a large (A LARGE) coffee from the evil coffee corporation. AND IT WAS GOOD. REALLY REALLY GOOD. So good in fact that I had this conversation with my boss:
Her: How are you this morning?
Me: LOVELY
Her: I think that’s sarcastic….?
Me: NOPE! I’VE HAD COFFEE AND AM IN A REEEEAAAALLY GOOD MOOD!
Her: Are you sure you’re okay?
Maybe I need to baby-step back into caffeine. But OH GOD COFFEE NOM NOM NOM.
Also: Ask me about frozen watermelon margaritas. Go ahead! The answer is always going to be: SO DELICIOUS.
This post brought to you by the letter: beverage.
2 comments August 18th, 2008