Off the wagon

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.

“Nope.  Coke.”

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.