Confession

I have a confession to make.

I like lattes'.

I like them a lot.

I like them so much, that everywhere I go, they know exactly what I want. Why? I've visited before. More than twice.

Why do I crave the concentrated bean water with such passion?

I don't sleep anymore.

I drink coffee.

Lots of coffee.

Lots of water, too (no use getting dehydrated).

Gotta go.




I'm back. What was I saying? Oh, right. Coffee.

If Bets' finds out about my lust for the Kona bean, it could be ugly.

9:43 pm. Last cup for the night. Next to last. Maybe.

Can't type. Shaking.

Gotta go.


Caffinatingly,
Gregsta'