Damn Tully's barista gave me a caf latte instead of the decaf I requested. I'm sitting here getting significantly jittery.
Okay, I just asked him about it, and mentioned that the little decaf box on the side of the cup wasn't checked. Though the box next to "Compostable" was. He swore up and down that he remembered me and that he made it decaf. Uh huh.
I like caffeine. But only when I need to be geared up for scrapping with little kids and scrubbing bathrooms. Not when I'm trying to sit here writing.
And on that note, I'm so giddy over the instant gratification of this blog that I'm hardly motivated to work on my creative fiction. Though I love the fiction. This caf is giving me a taste of ADHD and all I can do is jump from blog to blog, reading little bits of posts and commenting and coming back to my blog and posting these meaningless little posts.
Make it stop.
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