It's been a long week. The rent, overdue, still not in the bank. The vanished neighbors with their outstanding utilities bill of almost $1000 have not been returning calls. And I ran out of coffee on Monday.
"It's a good thing..." I tell myself, but I'm not convinced. In the mornings I drink green tea, but it's not the same. A headache develops, small but there, in the back of my head. It's there every day, getting worse as the day wears on. I'm without energy, the myths of caffeine in green tea have been grossly overstated.
"Still, it's a good thing", I tell myself. "Break the addiction...".
This morning some pocket change from a bill, not my bill, not my change, but the temptation is irresistable, only enough for a single cup, I break down and take the daughter on a walk to StarBucks.
And sipping it, bitter, the headache vanishing as it goes down, it's amazing, really, the difference a cup of coffee makes...