Coffee, Tea, not me.
Daily Update: No Thank You, I don’t drink coffee.
When I was in the Navy, I drank coffee like a fish drinks water. Wait a minute, do fish actually drink water? Anyway, I drank a lot of coffee. I did my schooling at night, I did evening security duty, and I did more night school before getting out. I drank more coffee than I’m sure is healthy, but I was young and on the go so it didn’t bother me.
As I got older, I lost my taste for coffee. To be honest, the smell of it makes me gag a little. I’ll go into a Starbucks, but the smell is gross.
To be honest, I don’t even like hot beverages. I don’t like my soup if it’s too hot. I prefer my food and drinks warm to hot (tepid), but not scalding. I can’t drink hot tea, but I love iced tea. I like apple cider, but only after it’s had time to cool down.
This avoidance of coffee has put me in some awkward situations that I never thought would be awkward. Someone will offer me a cup of coffee, I’ll politely decline, and they’ll look at me like I’ve grown a few extra heads “You don’t drink coffee?” Hey, I’m naturally hyper already. Trust me, you don’t want to see me on coffee. Some days I feel like everyone drinks coffee except for me. It’s weird.
That being said. I gave up coffee for Lent. Should be an easy 40 days.
No, seriously, I’m not overly religions, but I find Lent a fun challenge. For my 40 days I’ll be upping the ante. I’ll be increasing the number of words I’m producing. So between now and the time Peter Cotton tail comes hopping down the trail, I’m going to attempt 2000 words a day at a minimum. I know I can do this, I just haven’t been applying myself. So watch those little counters there on the right and let’s see if I can make them hop, bounce, and spring forward.