Coffee is one of my favorite substances on the planet. I have had it almost every single morning since I was 15, which could possibly be bad for my health because of all the caffeine, but I need something to boost my energy and keep up my perky disposition when I have only had 3 hours of sleep the night before. However, it's strange how coffee also serves to calm me down when I've had a stressful day. When I want to sit back and relax, I often have a cup or two of coffee and can sometimes even fall asleep soon afterward. Maybe it's because I am comforted by the familiar taste and the feel of the warm mug in my hand like hot chocolate on a cold winter day. Or, more likely, it's because the caffeine stimulates my mind as well as my body and releases endorphins into my system. Some of my best writing and best conversations with friends have come from drinking coffee. For example, I have never worked so hard or had so much to talk about than last semester at Cups & Mugs. Maybe it was the soothing atmosphere and the comfort of being surrounded by friends who were struggling with the same classes as I was, or maybe it was because we all hadn't slept for 3 days and were hyped up like crack fiends. Either way, part of the reason I love coffee so much is for the good associations I have with it, and the inspiration it gives me when I write. I'm actually drinking coffee right now so I can write four assignments before I go into work in an hour.
Although my body has become used to the gratuitous amounts of caffeine I have filled it with for the past several years, sometimes my tolerance mysteriously disappears and I end up bouncing off the walls and talking incessantly until I finally crash like a semi-truck of Starbucks into a brick building. I basically end up something like this:
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