My name is Cat...

...and I'm a coffeeholic. Or is that coffaholic? Whatever. I'm addicted to coffee.

Back in my college days, you would find me with a cigarette in my mouth and a cup of coffee clenched in one hand. I gave up the cigarettes many, many years ago but I can't seem to kick the coffee habit. Well, when I quit smoking I did quit coffee as well but that didn't last very long. Now, I'm just as pathetic as I was back then in terms of my java fixes.

For example, you know you're in rough shape when you're mad at the person in front of you at Dunkin' Donuts for taking so damn long with their order. I was sitting there thinking "just give me the coffee and no one gets hurt."

It was worse afterwards. As I'm drinking my coffee I am writing poetic prose in my head about how coffee is ambrosia, the nectar of the gods.

Sad, isn't it? Maybe I should just quit coffee all together.

Ya right.

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The Meezers or Billy said…
I was a TAB addict in college. When TAB had grossly high amounts of sacchrine in it and tasted like heaven. Now that the taste sucks, I am also a coffeeholic. Boca Java mail order is wonderful!
Meezer Mom Mary
March 27, 2007 at 9:55 AM
Iago de Otto said…
Coffee, black, no sugar. At least one pot, maybe more, and then I begin to function. Cigarettes? I chain smoke. What do I smoke? Long Life Cigarettes, mild, in the white pack. The ones in the yellow pack are just too killer.

This is not fiction.

Thinking of quitting though. Ha ha. Ho Hum.
September 22, 2008 at 5:56 AM
Iago de Otto said…
But it's 6PM. That's 6AM in New York. Time for you to get out of bed. Your students are waiting. They want to see you panic again. Anyway, time for me to go get on the train for the commute back home.

To be continued . . . .
September 22, 2008 at 6:00 AM
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