Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Caffeine, you Magnificent Bastard
I am addicted to coffee. I drink and smoke too, but somehow those things are more controllable. The urges come and go in waves. But I am a ravenous pitbull, and coffee is a giant snausage. It's not like I've been hooked all my life or anything. In fact, I didn't start drinking it until graduate school. But since then, it's all been downhill. Or uphill. Whichever means we've had a complicated relationship. I don't think more than two consecutive, coffee-less days have gone by in the past four years. Lately I've even been drinking more than usual because I'm doing marathon stretches of writing.
Last night I stayed up until 2 at the computer, and when Kevin and Bean woke me up at 8:10 this morning, my first thought was, "dude, I definitely need a cup before I leave". This was just my jump start. My pre work-coffee coffee. When I got to work, I saw that someone brought in coffee and donuts for everyone, which was perfect. Now I could drink more for free! (As a rule, I don't drink what we brew at work. I'll drink gas station coffee, but the shit we get tastes like Elvis's colon).*
Cut to three cups and two donuts later. It took every fiber of might to keep my head from exploding. I indexed files at record speeds. I answered phones, wrote involved emails, read blogs, sent faxes, and researched cheap hotels in Europe at the same time. Even cracked a case or two. Everyone who approached me was greeted with a mix of cold sarcasm and friendly chipperness. Later I ate half a glazed to come down gently.
Maybe soda would be better for me. Do they still make Jolt?
*I'm talking of course about the Elvis who died with 20 pounds of impacted feces, not the dreamy, regular Elvis
I am addicted to coffee. I drink and smoke too, but somehow those things are more controllable. The urges come and go in waves. But I am a ravenous pitbull, and coffee is a giant snausage. It's not like I've been hooked all my life or anything. In fact, I didn't start drinking it until graduate school. But since then, it's all been downhill. Or uphill. Whichever means we've had a complicated relationship. I don't think more than two consecutive, coffee-less days have gone by in the past four years. Lately I've even been drinking more than usual because I'm doing marathon stretches of writing.
Last night I stayed up until 2 at the computer, and when Kevin and Bean woke me up at 8:10 this morning, my first thought was, "dude, I definitely need a cup before I leave". This was just my jump start. My pre work-coffee coffee. When I got to work, I saw that someone brought in coffee and donuts for everyone, which was perfect. Now I could drink more for free! (As a rule, I don't drink what we brew at work. I'll drink gas station coffee, but the shit we get tastes like Elvis's colon).*
Cut to three cups and two donuts later. It took every fiber of might to keep my head from exploding. I indexed files at record speeds. I answered phones, wrote involved emails, read blogs, sent faxes, and researched cheap hotels in Europe at the same time. Even cracked a case or two. Everyone who approached me was greeted with a mix of cold sarcasm and friendly chipperness. Later I ate half a glazed to come down gently.
Maybe soda would be better for me. Do they still make Jolt?
*I'm talking of course about the Elvis who died with 20 pounds of impacted feces, not the dreamy, regular Elvis
