I woke up at 8am (Slept in, YAY!). When I woke up, I stumbled into the potty, washed up, and came out and was instantly assaulted by a smell that holds hope of life in it. Coffee.
I saw it sitting on the table, and although it looked a little too foo foo to be Cullen's, I hoped it was. Yesterday was hard enough on me, knowing that I fell. Knowing how much fun caffeination is, and knowing that I'm going to purposely go without again. Ouch.
Cullen came in, smiled angelicly at me and handed me the aqua cup from Starbucks. I felt how he much feel when I offer him chips and cheese with jalapenos when it's the week and he's eating healthy. I pouted for a minute and he said "oh, come on. Just one more day and then you can be good. White Chocolate Mocha."
Damn.
So, I did what any red blooded girl would do, when confronted with such as this. I drank the son of a bitch and I LIKED IT.
And again, I'm flying high. Cept I WILL go to Chelle's and run on her treadmill today. I have to overcome the obstacle in my head with working out and I might as well do it while I'm jacked up, right? But DAMN.
I'm taking all my herbal teas and putting them in the hot chocolate basket next to the water warmer upper, and tomorrow, I will face the day uncaffeinated again. I hate it already.
I SUCK!
No comments:
Post a Comment