Coffee.

I am officially addicted to coffee. Not only do I now crave it every morning, I have started dreaming about it... warm and comforting as the caffeine surges through my veins. I find myself impatiently waiting for the feeling it leaves me with. Without my morning cup of java I am irritable, ready to strike at anyone who gets in my way.

Perfect example, today in biology (my lovely 9 a.m. class) I happened to sit in-front of some particularly chatty individuals who felt that is was more important to discuss their weekend hookups than learn about the functions of photosynthesis. If only I had had time to pick up a steamy cup o' joe this morning, I would have been able to block them out and find peace. But no. Today there would be no peace. I slowly turned my head, raised one eyebrow and cleared my throat for all to hear. I had there attention. Time to strike. Hey bro, do you my shutting the pie-trap for maybe five minutes so I can hear the goddamn lecture? Oh, and have a lovely day. Yes. With lots of caffeine. So I would just like to say, thank you coffee. You keep me relatively sane and off the 10 o'clock news.