Got up early this morning, as is my wont, and realized I was out of coffee beans and half and half. I actually didn’t panic. I figured I’d fetch my coffee at Fairway, where I was heading for my weekly shop. But somehow in my joy over fresh bagels and empty aisles (it was very early), I forgot. And then, after putting away my groceries, felt so inexplicably sad and sleepy and headachy that I climbed back into bed. I woke up six hours later totally discombobulated until I realized: WAIT! THAT WAS MY BRAIN ON NO COFFEE! Did I take this as a sign that I was a rabid drug addict? That I should, oh, address the proverbial monkey on my back? I did not. Instead, I wobbled down to Oslo Coffee Roasters, drank a four-shot Americano, and celebrated the return of my personality by making three billion lists and two new friends. All hail the power of legal drugs.
Got up early this morning, as is my wont, and realized I was out of coffee beans and half and half. I actually didn’t panic. I figured I’d fetch my coffee at Fairway, where I was heading for my weekly shop. But somehow in my joy over fresh bagels and empty aisles (it was very early), I forgot. And then, after putting away my groceries, felt so inexplicably sad and sleepy and headachy that I climbed back into bed. I woke up six hours later totally discombobulated until I realized: WAIT! THAT WAS MY BRAIN ON NO COFFEE! Did I take this as a sign that I was a rabid drug addict? That I should, oh, address the proverbial monkey on my back? I did not. Instead, I wobbled down to Oslo Coffee Roasters, drank a four-shot Americano, and celebrated the return of my personality by making three billion lists and two new friends. All hail the power of legal drugs.