My previous post has driven me to drink.
Since February 14, 2004, I have gone without a drop a caffeine. That’s more than 6-3/4 years, or 2,456 days. But this morning around 8:45 that came to an end. I’m just a little too worn out and I think I’ve proven to myself that I don’t need caffeine every day. But on some days, like today for instance, it might come in handy. So I headed down to the McDonald’s in the food court.
“May I take your order?” the cashier said.
“Yes, a number 2 with a large Coke, please.”
The cashier paused, raised her eyebrow. “Not Sprite?” she said.
I brought it up to my office, sat down at my desk and without ceremony, took a big sip.
And thus the streak ends. I have fallen off the caffeine wagon.