It’s a very sad day when you wake up to find that you have run out of coffee. Even worse when the depression sets in… You’re depressed and feeling down like the world is going to end. In your mind it has because what’s worse than finding out you’ve run out of coffee?
I know what you’re thinking — I should have planned for that moment and had new coffee on its way right? Been there done that. I had ordered coffee about a week ahead of running out and of course my bad luck would kick in because that order is MIA. I won’t divulge much into it because I am not hear to bash a roaster or even get mad. Shit happens!
So instead of letting those caffeine withdrawals kick in, I am drinking tea this week. Yeah, I said it. I am drinking tea.
Until next time… Or until I get some coffee in this house. See ya!