starting thursday off with a large vanilla iced coffee and awaiting the jitters. i'm down to the translucent watered down last sips and i wonder why i'm even tolerant of the blandness. i usually prefer the strong robust taste of a bold, black coffee with a touch of cream, whose caffeine train hits me fast and hard. this sad concoction seems to be passing straight through my system leaving only the calories behind.
-happy thirsty thirstday-
