I’m already absent-minded.
When I don’t have coffee before noon, I’m REALLY absent minded.
This morning, I confused my facial cleanser and moisturizer (why does my face feel like a sticky flytrap?), went to the office but neglected to pick up the important papers I needed, failed to make a legal and safe right turn on red, then nearly made an illegal and unsafe left turn on red. I probably would have, but I got distracted watching a woman in an orange sweatshirt who was pounding violently on the crosswalk button. Maybe she had too much coffee this morning.
I paid more money for this cup of coffee in my hands than I did for my lunch. Oh vanilla latte, I hope you make my afternoon a little more mentally efficient than my morning was.
addiction is a terrible thing, kids.