OK, I knew I was addicted but this is ridiculous...

I don't think I drink too much coffee. I'm drinking more and more of it now that the quarter is starting up again. Days are long, the energy is low, I haven't been able to work out as much as I'd like (which is a trend to be quickly reversed...starting, um, monday?). So the coffee is the energy booster, but also the ritual. A french press in the morning, or stopping at Katie's while walking the dog or the myriad of coffee options on the Ave and on campus, then the evil but delicious starbucks while on the road. I've come to realize that life is sort of series of moments in between big cups of strong coffee.

So this morning is just torture. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out later this afternoon which means no food or liquids today. I'm sitting here trying to write a report and the words are just missing and I can't help but looking at my lonely empty coffee cup thinking that it's the only explanation, the missing piece. And each time I try and write another sentence, my thinking just blurs and comes back to how nice it would be to sipping on double tall americano.

Have an extra cup of coffee for me this morning.