The Grind
Something thirsty this way comes.
Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee!
We’ve all heard the phrase. Usually from Boomer relatives whose only purpose in life is to post maximum cringe on Facebook like geriatric edgelords.
I get it. I like coffee as much as the next person. But I never let it define my entire existence; or turn into a whole personality trait.
That is, until the cravings started. And the only thing that keeps them at bay, that keeps me from turning into a wild-eyed monster with a serious case of bedhead, is the glorious brown liquid sloshing down my gullet.
Afterword: To enhance the impact of this story, listen to the song below after you read.
If you enjoyed reading my Thoughts, consider showing your appreciation by helping me to suppress the ravenous caffeine monster inside.
Stained teeth. Shaking in the corner. "I can feel it coursing through my veins as we speak!"
I will now get up from my desk and walk to my local coffee vendor. See ya in a bit.