It’s been two weeks since I’ve consumed a cup of coffee.
If you regularly stop by, then you probably know that coffee is my cheap, non-complaining, no strings attached, legal drug of choice. A day without coffee is rough, and work isn’t just boring, it’s unbearably boring. Why?
Coffee washes dangling neurons with a chemical inspired profundity that sends my imagination on a tripped out spirit quest. Disparate ideas are connected. Inanimate objects become animated. People morph from insufferable portable storage devices into inspiring curiosities.
For instance, after two cups of coffee, a wet brick in a sidewalk becomes a grumpy, petulant, vindictive brick struggling to remove the leaves slathered across its body by tripping innocent humans. A series of monotonous mouse clicks become a thirty minute tango. And attractive women become attractive women.
How long can I refrain from coffee? And should I? Do you?