Coffee.

Nectar of the gods. Or the Devil’s juice. One, or the other, or maybe both.

I’ve actually been a coffee/all caffeine fast for a few weeks since December 15th or so. Thankfully, I was also able to sleep in most of those days — which probably saved me.

I was going to make this really cheesy and poem-like, but that’s not really me. I’m not one for flowery language, just too many words in general. Which is probably a result of the caffeine that has aggressively coursed through my veins many times before.

I’ve been drinking coffee for 5 years now. At first, it was to stay awake for a 3-hour class from 9am-12pm Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And that didn’t help whatsoever, I snoozed all the time. I don’t know if my EMT instructors thought I was on something, but it was bad. But that may also be because I constantly got coffee from Dunkin, because I was severely ill-advised on how to truly enjoy coffee. But I think it put a little hair on my chest, you know? I was finally a coffee-filled thermos toting fiend or whatever.

When I graduated and moved to Salt Lake City, I went to coffee shops all around town. I spent hours at my favorite one that was open until 2am to study for a huge strength and conditioning exam, and it was always entertaining, to say the least. Kids would hangout there til late hours and loiter around the parking lot and I felt way too old for it. Hell, they were still getting coffee at 1am and I was truly appalled and a little bit jealous.