November 21, 2002
the dangerous cup

...it comes about due to extraordinary circumstances...

...it can make grown men cry...

...only one flavor, black...

That's right, by now you know what i am talking about is a cup of coffee. The delicious elixir that jumpstarts your day, that should come in octane like gas, and virtually a Class B drug.

Well, I played the coffee equivalent of Russian roulette…I had stayed up, til the wee hours, to finish a project…and got a few hours rest before having to crawl out of bed to prepare for a meeting…running on empty, I jacked myself with coffee self-help…two cups on a empty stomach….this got me thur the meeting, thank god.

…but I should have quit, gone back to bed and caught up on my missing sleep, but instead I plotted my own demise…

…the dangerous cup...

I didn’t need it, I didn’t want it, but I had to buy it in order to sit in the café..and therefore I drank it, all of it.

…at as soon as I left the safety of the café, it kicked in, the combination of lack of sleep and caffeine overload…I had the jitters, BAD!

I still have them, 10 hours later, thereby explaining why I am still up so late…

…you cant always take wesley snipes advice on roulette as quoted in passenger 57, “always bet on black.”

…especially when it comes to coffee..

Posted by at November 21, 2002 03:09 AM
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