Chocolate covered espresso beans aren’t a basic food group! Who knew?
I’ve quit a few things in my life: smoking, slovenly drunkenness, religion, most junk food. What I can’t let go of: coffee.
It’s my life juice. No coffee, no worky.
Actually, more than caffeine, coffee is a ritual. It’s a wake-up-and-get-to-work thing. It’s a reason to pace while I’m working out an idea. It’s a social tool: wanna go for coffee? Very important and life altering social connections can begin with those magic words.
This is an utterly arbitrary post.
Moral of the story: a woman’s allowed a few vices. Coffee is my chosen scapegoat and drug.