Finding out you’re addicted to caffeine. The hard way.
This morning I come in to work, my eyes are shut tight as a newborn mole I’m so groggy, and the coffee machine is busted. No biggie I thought, I go without coffee on the weekends usually. But around 10:30, as I’m contemplating taking a nap on my desk, it hits me that I can’t function without coffee. Around 11:30 I start questioning my worth. I can’t even procrastinate on the internet, I’m so useless. And during lunchtime, I can say without hyperbole, there was a visible storm cloud directly over my head, spewing lightning and hail.
Miraculously, the coffee machine was fixed after lunch, and it was better than finding out your methadone was accidentally switched for Grade A smack. You know, heroin?
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Uh, oh, Joey’s in a jam. What should he do?
Get a teacher!
Get out of there!
Great ideas, guys! Let’s find out if Joey’s the smart…
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Sorry, nostalgia overload. Anyway, the moral of the story is, coffee is a drug, and I’s gots to have it!
heh heh-my grumpy boyfriend-welcome to my world
liz is so right, good to still see your are still angry…but you gave me a good chuckle so keep it up you angry german
I’m not a chicken, you’re a turkey!
The coffee bean is a god we pray to to either stay up or shit. And I can’t live without it.