Oh hell. It's official. I'm a coffee drinker. Dr. Adam is going to be soooo disappointed in me. Maybe by my next visit I'll be back to my tea-drinking self. Doubt it. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid, but I'll be honest, it's fantastic. I get such a better caffeine buzz than tea could ever give me. This morning I tried to be good, so I cold-shouldered my coffee machine and made some chai, but once I got to the office, I knew what I had to do. Two cups later, not only am I bouncing off the walls (and my ball), but I'm happy as a clam. Although... now my Fear Scale has been changed. Now at the top of my list: bad teeth (I see a glimpse of Winehouse-mouth in my future if I don't tame this beast while I'm still young.), closely followed by massive amounts of cellulite and varicose veins, and rounded out (seriously no pun intended) with the Westcott Wedge. Thank God I inherited my mom's genes for the sake of my butt.
I guess if all else fails, I can just get a grill. Ooo that could look real nice.
In other news... I just had a conversation with my friend about how badly her kitten's farts/poo smells. Why I was chosen to receive this information is questionable, but if there's any doubt about this making my day better, that would be false. Everyone needs to have conversations like that every once in awhile... or every day, whatever.
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