I have a problem. It's pretty serious.
I love drinks—non-alcoholic, thank goodness. I can be having the worst day
ever and a simple iced vanilla latte, preferably from Peet's, can turn my day
right side up. You might be thinking "not so bad" but it's bad. I've gotten to
the point where I buy a drink every day of the week. If I start my day with a good
drink, the horizon is looking good. Let's say I don't start my day with a drink,
I'm grumpy until I get one. It's terrible. As if that wasn't bad enough, I get
drinks so often that when I don't have a drink, I still reach for one, like a phantom
drink. Holy cow, that's serious.
One time, I was with a group of people. I did not have a drink with me, someone
else had a Starbucks drink on the table. I reached for it, without hesitation,
thinking it was definitely mine. I grabbed it, looked at it, then realized, oh
wait, that's not mine. It happened again today. I was in my car with my friend.
I did not have my drink with me. I instinctively reached for my cup holder
until I realized I did not have a drink. Wow.
I love drinks, but this is bad. They say the first step to rehabilitation
is accepting and knowing you've got a problem. I totally have a problem
I need to fix. Yikes.
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