Miss Jen Jen raises a very important, yet taboo, subject. The love between a caffeine addict and their supplier/pimp/pusher.
I tell our own tragic story of addiction and broken loyalties in a comment on her entry. I only hope Leo doesn’t read her blog.
IT’S SO DAMN HARD. I visited Meesta Bareesta today after an absence of … of … um, about ten days, I think. Since before Easter. And he *still* remembered my order.
I wrote that entry as I supped on my extra-large, extra-strong latte, and gloated at the glory of the excellent relationship I’ve cultivated with MB. I felt guilty, too, because I had the plunger coffee right here at work.
The dilemma, the dilemma.
I’ve decided, though, that I’ll go see MB on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because I start early on those days. I need the extra pick-me-up. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it.
Ahem.