coffee break…

I hate coffee! I will hate coffee! I started guzzling coffee when I was in first year high school and now, I cant get rid of it. And do you have any idea why I hate it? It is because it doesn’t keep me awake! Even if I pour one or two spoonful of its coarse granules, my eyelids still felt like one or two kilograms heavier than a sack of rice. I felt like coffee is adding weight to my eyeballs and makes me feel like a zombie. I want my coffee black, but I always feel like I’m in my bed floating with all the feathers tickling me. It feels like dreaming about the wonderland, death, sex and all other sweet dreams (keeping it dry, though 😀 ).

I don’t care if people from Ethiopia would hate me from loathing their one and only bean. Well, I’ll tell them that they’re not sleepy when they discovered coffee. And that, they’re not used to its bitter taste. And that, they were just surprised when they first touched their tongue to that bean. And that, it’s not really working as stimulant. And that, it doesn’t open my eyes like that of The Grudge’s. Well, for once, it did. I’m sorry.

I once love coffee, but now nah-ah! Promise, from now on, I will never drink coffee. Just once! Or, I’ll have coke. It’s sparkling effect on my stummy will keep me awake, I think. Oh gawd, I need caffeine very badly. Else, you’d hear a spindly human being snore like a piggy bank. Do piggy banks snore? Waaahh! See what coffee did to me? It is giving me hallucinations and all the four-times-heart-pumping imaginations. Even from a single beep from my phone, I freak out. Really! It feels like the Ethiopian ghosts who discovered coffee wants to have me tormented or something. Now, that will surely keep my eyes open. Maybe, that’s how coffee really works – keeping you awake by making you nervous to tips of your heart every nanosecond. Well, I’d say that works for me.

I’ll drink coffee and in a day or two, I’ll be in a mental ward.