In recent years, my life has taken some dramatic twists and turns that have not only affected what my daily routine entails, but how I approach it completely. I used to be the quintessential morning person. Up by 7am, ready and raring to go soon after. I never needed coffee, even when I worked 4am shifts at Starbucks after long nights out carousing till the wee hours of the morning.Now, wether it is age or necessity, nature has forced an evolutionary change in me...
Here I sit in the green room, lappy in hand, answering emails and handling logistics for the day. I have been up since 7:30, but still feel like I am in that walking dream state. I need a boost badly. I need me a cup'o'joe.
Late nights of theatre and work, plus the rigors of married life have made it plum necessary for me to get a daily jolt of something resembling coffee. Monster Irish Blend has been my fave as of late.
Tastes like an Irish Car Bomb. Yum. Might go get me some now. I just hope I don't get the Strong Sad CaffOverdrive effect.
Caffyjibblies suck. Peace...