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So I gave up coffee and soda for Lent. I'm not particularly religious or anything of the like, but I felt compelled this year to do something. I'm not really aiming to make it towards the end, just for a little while.
Anyway. So I came home from school, and I had forgotten to tell my mum about my adventures in non-coffeeness, and like a sweetheart, she had made me a cup of coffee when I arrived home. ohgod, ohgod. It smelled so good. But no. No coffee.
And then my mum left the house. For town. Leaving a half empty cup of coffee sitting on a table, in the living room. Each time I walk past it, I watch it, expecting it to mutate or jump out at me, force itself down my throat.
No, I'm exaggerating, I really am. But I don't think I can last 40 days.
Anyway. So I came home from school, and I had forgotten to tell my mum about my adventures in non-coffeeness, and like a sweetheart, she had made me a cup of coffee when I arrived home. ohgod, ohgod. It smelled so good. But no. No coffee.
And then my mum left the house. For town. Leaving a half empty cup of coffee sitting on a table, in the living room. Each time I walk past it, I watch it, expecting it to mutate or jump out at me, force itself down my throat.
No, I'm exaggerating, I really am. But I don't think I can last 40 days.