I’m very worried. I think I’ve become addicted to my Dad’s crap Christmas present shit denim jacket thing. Or at least addicted to the coffee maker I brought with the credit note… or at least, I’m addicted to coffee
I’ve always loved coffee, christ I even worked at costa for a year. At the time I told people it was for silly reasons like money to pay rent. But it was for the coffee GODDAMMIT.
Actually, no, it was to pay the rent, but I did love the coffee. And I was nver in a position to find myself needing the coffee. Now I do. Last week, I ran out of coffee, it’s only about a ten min walk from where I work to the place where I buy my coffee (Oh no, not Sainsbury’s, I get my coffee from the little fresh coffee shop place on Old Compton Street, mmmmm) But most lunches last week were quickies, I didn’t have time, and couldn’t be arsed to go after work. After all.. I didn’t NEED the coffee, it was just something I had every morning without fail since Christmas as soon as I woke up, often before peeing.
This is just it, for the first time in years I’ve been drinking fresh proper lovely espresso coffee every morning. As becuase the coffee machine presumes I’m a family man, the smallest marking is two shots of espresso, so every morning I have a doubler before leaving the house (sometimes two).
This week I have had none, I’ve been putting two teabags in my tea, heating up a spoonful of super strong tea mixed in with the coffee granules left and injecting it.
Since getting this coffee machine I have stopped drinking the shite instant coffee at work, mainly becuase compared to the real shit, well, it just ain’t coffee. Today I found myself having one. I’d felt really ill all morning and just had a coffee to wake me up through the grog. In an amzing transformation, after my seoncd shite coffee I was fine, awake and healthy feeling.
This means I’m chemically addicted to caffine. I’m not happy, and yet I am, and yet not. I never used to be addicted to anything. Now I get caffine withdrawals and the same with cigarettes…also something that never used to happen. Another sign of me getting old. Hmmph.