a.m.g.

Stanie before his bath:

And then after…

And again after shaking it all out…

What a cutie 

Confession: I am a junkie.  A caffeine junkie, to be exact.  (Wait… I’m not sure this is officially a confession since all of my readers are probably well aware of my dependence.  This is more of a turning point… a spiraling out of control that I’m publicly acknowledging.)  I’ve officially arrived at that itchy, twitchy, mid-morning headache (allllmost a migraine on the worst of days) stage of my caffeine addiction (I’ve been at a mild version of this stage for several years now and finally it has decided to take the next step).  Only when I haven’t had any, of course.  You want the sad part?  Some mornings, I actually wait for this to happen, just to watch myself return to a "normal" state after I pop an ibprufen and start my IV drip. 

And without further adieu, my favorite psalm:

Caffeine is my shepherd;
I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures;
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz;
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal;
For thou art with me;
Thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of Juan Valdez;
Thou anointest my day with pep;
My mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the House of Maxwell for ever.
Amen!
–Stolen from a quote website last semester for a public speaking project.

[Disclaimer: (for that staple Crazy out there that is going to no doubt take this blog seriously and find out where I work, who my parents are and call the cops).  No, I do not actually administer my caffeine intravenously.]

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