I have only been drinking coffee for the past eight years or so. Before that, it was a tall glass of Coke on ice with a straw every morning. That was my wake up beverage of choice for years. I would order Coke at breakfast and get funny looks from servers standing over me with a carafe. Sometimes they would pour me a cup anyway. I would have to skip class if I didn’t have a can of Coke in the fridge. I had to have it.
When I got married and bought a house I decided to give coffee a try, and loved it. It’s required right? Married people living in their own place have to drink coffee. I figured out that I only liked it with half and half. All those years I was trying to drink it with sugar, and hated it. I had found my new wake up drink.
I quickly became severely addicted to coffee. Physiologically addicted, as in a headache by the afternoon if I didn’t have any that day. Psychological addiction soon followed, as in don’t talk to me until I’ve shakily gotten the first sip past my lips. Read More »
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