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[in_stead]

So. The thing I bought at Starbucks yesterday afternoon was not so much the decaf they promised me (and, again, upon double checking, as I know what caffiene does to me so late in the day) it was.

And there was a point, somewhere around 2:00am, where I seriously contemplated taking up the occult just in order to get the phone number of the Starbucks employee who told me such filthy lies. I would have called them up and, in a very calm voice, explained to them that I have twenty-five eleven year olds waiting for me in a room today and I have to teach them poetry and gym and fractions and things and I needed my sleep, which was not so much something I got.

I am also very sick.

I would prefer death, but it looks like I will be going to work instead.

Comments

[mcee.livejournal.com]

please for to not die. who would talk me off the ledge concerning questionable outfits? *cling*

[msilverstar]

A plague on starbucks liars! They should have to teach your class while you sit in the back and drink coffee and laugh. Hah!

(for some reason, I'm no longer susceptible to caffiene, even when I want to wake up. It's a mixed blessing)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Work is at least less permanent than death. Usually.

I had a cup of regular coffee Sunday morning, as a special holiday treat. Hadn't had caffeine in months. I was fine all day. Midnight came along and I was still wide awake. 1 a.m... Yeah, it was my fault, I hadn't asked for decaff and I should have. Remind me never to do that again, okay?