The Diatribe * net

Sometime back in January my company bought one of those stand-alone, single-use coffee machines. We had one back at bcom known as Flavia — which was something like the office joke. Some may disagree, but I found it unappealing. Though I don’t know the brand of this new coffee aparatus, I can tell you that it brews Green Mountain Coffee “cups,” which I thoroughly enjoy.

Prior to the coffee machine, I used to spend a $1.50 each day at Dunkin Donuts for a medium coffee. The coffee was almost always burnt or screwed up in some way shape or form. The new coffee machine has not only left my wallet more full, but it also has made me a much happier person overall. No more morning kvetching about how someone managed to mess up my coffee once again. It has also, however, turned me into a much more frequent coffee drinker.

I have one cup before I leave the house (to ensure that I make it to work without falling asleep), then the morning cup at the office. My newest habit, however, is a coffee late in the afternoon. At first I started doing it just to get some more energy before going to the gym, but it became a ritual of sorts. Today, though, I was too busy this afternoon to make a run to the kitchen and get an afternoon coffee. For the first time, I can say that I’ve become addicted to the afternoon beverage.

I came home tonight and opted not to run due to some soreness in my knees that were a result of yesterday’s work out. I then proceeded to yawn, and think about taking a nap. I can’t remember the last time I took a nap when I got home from work. Even now, as I write this, I can feel my eyelids getting heavy — and could go to sleep right now if I felt like it.

I’ve come to depend on my afternoon fix, and now I’m obviously feeling the withdrawl symptoms. And to think that I used to have around 5 cups a day when I was in college. Sheesh. It’s a wonder I got any sleep at all back then.