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Oh man. I get to experience all the addict tropes with caffeine. Slurping spilled coffee from the kitchen counter (less hygienic than vodka), panic-crying when were out of beans, snarling at my love ones until they take me to Peets or Starbucks.
Every once in a while (like every 18 months) I’ll taper back down to sobriety (16 oz a day for two days, then 8 ozs then 4 or zero) and wow there’s a level of giving zero fucks even below the iceberg. Maybe it’s negative fucks or microfractional fuck-giving. But when I’m drying out, no goth, no cynic, no edge lord can stand a chance matching the degree of fuck non-giving I manage.
Oh man. I get to experience all the addict tropes with caffeine. Slurping spilled coffee from the kitchen counter (less hygienic than vodka), panic-crying when were out of beans, snarling at my love ones until they take me to Peets or Starbucks.
Every once in a while (like every 18 months) I’ll taper back down to sobriety (16 oz a day for two days, then 8 ozs then 4 or zero) and wow there’s a level of giving zero fucks even below the iceberg. Maybe it’s negative fucks or microfractional fuck-giving. But when I’m drying out, no goth, no cynic, no edge lord can stand a chance matching the degree of fuck non-giving I manage.