Hello, my name is Robin

…and I am a coffeeoholic. Or whatever. I am drinking double-strength instant this morning and I have just taken a sip and thought “this doesn’t taste anything at all”. This can’t be normal.

There is always the coffee-shop downstairs. Mmm. Double espresso. Mmm. Quadruple espresso…

Update: I think I might be in the process of giving myself caffeine poisoning. In my defense I tried ordering two doubles but I ended up with four and I was too tired to argue.

Voice in my head: John Lennon – I’m So Tired

5 thoughts to “Hello, my name is Robin”

  1. Hello, my name is Jane, and I’m a coffeeoholic, too. I am, however, working hard on quitting this bad, bad, habit. I have a (verbal) contract with myself not to drink coffee before noon. Due to the coffeemachine in the lunchroom being broken, I have managed to hold out until later than that, even, for nearly a week, now.
    Oh, I have a ways to go. The pressure is on, which fools me into believing the filth from the machine is drinkable. Just need my fix, you know?

  2. the filth from the machine on my floor, I meant, obviously. the filth from the lunchroom is quite drinkable, but the machine there has been out of order for over a week. grrrr.

  3. Following the espresso I was still tired but also dizzy (I assume the latter was the effect of the caffeine) – I felt better while drinking it, though – so I ended up going home after lunch and sleeping for a couple of hours…

  4. Good choice. Just let me figure out why these formulas don’t add up, and I’ll follow your example. Oh, and find the data I need for that other formula.

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