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18 April 2006 06:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
in_steadSo. 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.
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.
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Date: 18 April 2006 08:13 pm (UTC)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?