addicted

i made coffee this morning. i go to the fridge and … there’s no coffeemate. i rummage around … i thought we had a big bottle, but no, that’s at work.
oh wait, we just finished a big bottle. oh no, now what will i do? rummage, rummage, rummage. eggnog? no, that’s expired. shit. need to throw that out. rummage, rummage. milk! damn, that’s expired. wait, i’ll take a tiny taste … nah, tastes too risky for coffee. crap. i’ll check the larder! (that’s the pantry or food cabinet for the rest of you.) maybe we have powdered something or other. ahhhhhh! i can’t drink my coffee black. j threw out the powdered stuff because it was one big block. damn, i just made some and now i can’t drink it! wait, the errand runner is here and the store is close. i’ll send her! ah, i’m saved! sweet elixir of life, you’re almost mine!