Regarding Caffeine

     To my parents' chagrin, I happen to nurse a love of caffeinated drinks. I have, at several points in my life, been called a "caffeine junkie," even. It's weird because it's not the fact that it's caffeinated that I love it; it's the taste. Most energy drinks taste like a party in your mouth, except for maybe warm Monsters. But I always hated coffee, because, like my mother, I am one of those people who simply stands in the parking lot next to Starbucks and gains five pounds (also this happens in bakery parking lots).

     Well.
     Apparently Starbucks Woman doesn't like floating hearts.

     And then my body decides that it needs to harvest the calories from the nearby coffee shop and add on a good inch for solid protection againts the deadlights (Pennywise LIVES HAHAHAA). 

     Anyhoo.

     I have always loved caffeiney joy. But I never liked black coffee (Why WOULD the lowest-calorie form of caffeine be something I LIKED?!) that much. Until yesterday.

     And now that that's over, I can actually tell you a story.

     Another quality my mother and I share is a love of books. It is hereditary, a blessing and a curse. It is also a tragic, self-destructive habit if you're like me and my mom--start a book before bed, and juuuust as the sky gets light, you slam it shut, done with the book.

Now you can go to bed! Wait! No, you can't! Cuz you were up until TWOINTHEMORNINGREADINGSTEPHENKINGYOUGECKOHEAD. No sleep for you.

     Such is the way the day began for me. But unlike most of the posts on this blog, this one has a happy ending to it.

     It didn't seem that way as I tried to stay awake in history class. I kept yawning and my eyes wanted to shut. Pretty soon, I was VIOLENTLY yawning. It felt like my jaw was gonna fall off.

     So my English teacher told me to get some coffee. I poured myself a mug of black, dropped in a sugar cube, and slurped it at my desk, still yawning. Caffeine has never woken me up. There have been times where I'll drink a lot more buzz than I should, and then I'll pass out on my friend's office floor.

          But today...today was Different. I stopped yawning. I suddenly felt GREAT. I felt like I might actually live through the day without having to find a place to sleep during lunch, which I do sometimes when I'm bored. Black coffee saved me. After all these years of hating it, I felt a tinge of remorse. But it paid off, didn't it?

--Sabrina