Not cAMP Enough
Our sexy new espresso machine has horns and a halo. Such sweet, caffeinated nectar it emits! It sits proudly in our little lab kitchen area, next to the collection of mismatched mugs and the dorm fridge on cinder blocks. One button accomplishes all. Beans to brew. It grinds, tamps, steams and makes you completely caffeine dependent in one all too easy step. Eyes not open for the nine a.m. meeting? Push the button. Reluctant to get back to work after lunch? Push the button. It’s five o’clock and but you need to hang around lab in case the supervisor pops by at 6? Push the button and play Flash games for an hour.
Unfortunately it lives in lab. That’s why at 8pm on a stay-at-home (or at least, away-from-work) Sunday I realize that the advancing headache is probably down to a lack of caffeine — this being the first day in about two months in which I haven’t had at least two cups of delicious, dangerous coffee. Well, that just got remedied via my flatmate’s drip coffee machine. I think the headache is fading already.
Now the question is, do I try and ween myself this week, or cave to the perky deliciousness?
Sadly, I think we all know what the answer is going to be.