I'm definately addicted...

to coffee! I'm sure your not surprised. Like any good addict I've always told myself that I can quit whenever I want and not look back. I have actually tried it and switched to black tea but "my precious" as I call it, drew me back in. This morning my addiction became ever so clear when I was waiting for my first cup at Starbucks this morning. (Yes, I know Starbucks is the devil but darn it, its the only one close by with a drive thru. Like other Americans I need things fast because I'm always rushing around like a madwoman) Ok, I place my order for a venti Americano. Side note: And that's another aspect of myself that I discovered: the coffee drink I order reflects the mood I'm in and the day that I'll have. For example- this morning, venti Americano (3 espresso shots in water) means I need a major kick in the butt to get me going for a busy day. Grande soy vanilla latte means I got enough sleep last night and want to start off the day slow and enjoy my day. Grande chai latte means that I need a sugar high which usually indicates I'm going to see people or have to present something at work. Chai=craaaazy Katy.
Anyways, back to my story. I placed my order and for some reason the line was especially slow this morning so my impatience self kicks in. And since its the morning (not a morning person) and I haven't had coffee yet the side effects kick in: anger, frustration, head ache, slight stomach cramps, headache, abdominal bleeding (haha just kiddinng on the last one). And then, as soon as the annoying Starbucks employee stops trying to make small talk with me in the morning hands me my cofee--ahhh sigh of releif. Just to have it in my hands. I hold the hot cup in my hand and am assured by its mere presence. I sip it slowly, enjoying each drop. :)