My dog was sick last night, so I didn't really get a lot of sleep,which doesn’t bode well for me because I have about a million things to do schoolwork-wise, and I’m also working late tonight. Consequently, I thought it fitting to have two cups of strong coffee instead of my usual one. It tastes good, I thought. I love strong coffee. Nothing like downing coffee that tastes like a liquefied Viking lumberjack. Be a man. I am now sitting here practically vibrating from the unceremonious amount of caffeine that is currently dancing the tango somewhere in the region of my aorta. I also have a strong urge to run around the neighborhood while yelling lines from “Braveheart.”
From now on, when the cashier at the Starbucks drive-thru asks me what I'd like, I'm going to yell, "FRRRRRREEDOOOOOOOM!"