I love the smell of coffee... but that shit just doesn't agree with me!
The last 2 mornings I've had to get up at 6.20am to drive Micko into Bananaland for work. Yesterday he had a work Christmas lunch and was going to hit the beers, then today - we're going up to Byron for an early Christmas with MIL tonight and we live 40 mins in the opposite direction (save him driving back only to turn around re-trace 40 minutes of tyre tracks).
Plus, last night I slept like a bitch! I'm not sure what was going on, but my mind felt like it was chasing it's tail... round and round and round and round. I couldn't get the fucking thing to shut up - eff you, overactive brain!
Needless to say.. I'm rooted and I look and feel like any of the cast of 'The Living Dead' trilogy... except not quite as cool!
Anyways... I decide to pick me up I'll grab a coffee on the way home... MISTAKE!
Now I feel just as shitty... eyes bulging out of my head... bags galore and that ewww so greasy feeling. I'm also shaking like a leaf, eyes darting back and forth and have the nervous, anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach... yep! All caused by, you guessed it, coffee!
Question is... If I know these feelings so well, why do I keep going back for more?