Ink and watercolour on paper, 8×10
This is the truest of truths.
I routinely attempt to quit coffee, particularly during the summer when there’s less need for energy to be a teacher in the mornings. It usually goes something like this.
Monday: Ok. Let’s try this no coffee thing. I can do it!
Tuesday: No I can’t. No coffee means no happiness. What was I thinking? Being awake in the morning is horrible without you, coffee.
Wednesday: I dream of you, coffee, I miss you.
Thursday: I may or may not have accidentally had a latte. Or two. Let’s call this a lapse in judgement.
Friday: It’s coffee time it’s coffee time people want to meet for coffee and I like coffee in the coffee shops.
Saturday: Why did I want to quit coffee? That was a foolish idea. I like coffee. Coffee likes me.
Sunday: Coffee 4 evahhhhhhhh