Another day held hostage and forced … forced I tell you … to reduce my coffee intake. I hear my doctor’s office laughing mockingly at me as I try to survive yet another new day on reduced caffeine. Whoever said this was good for one’s body must be a compete sadist. The reduced intake has left me somewhat sleepy, tired and weak. The Neurologist and his PA have obviously found my Kryptonite.
I pray to God … No, God I said. Not Trump. Yayayayayayayaaya, I know he thinks he’s a God but what does he know? He has bad hair. Would a God have bad hair??? No!
Where was I? I’ve lost my train of thought once again.
WHY AM I ALLOWED TO LIVE IN SUCH MISERY????
If you should find me, take me directly to the nearest Starbucks or Caribou and start a coffee IV. I think there’s still time left before I succumb to the dark side.
