I guess there was a time where caffeine was an everyday addiction. I think I hit my peak in high school. Soda during the day, and then horrible, gas station cappuccino would get me so hyper on the weekends that most people would think strange thoughts about me. Kid you not, a lot of folks tended to believe I drank and dig drugs during those years. Seriously, it was part caffeine, but mostly personality. I’ve given up that chemical dependency, but there is also truth in the saying that some things do not change.
Then there are Java House fridays at the station. Two things I can usually bank on when it comes to days like today is a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee. A double jolt of, “wake the hell up welcome to Friday!!!” I can handle the sugar, but the coffee puts me over the edge.
When early evening rolls around, I am hurting.