working here is bound to make me a coffee addict in about 1 month flat. i don't know why, but drinking coffee makes me think. i can write when i have a cup in my hands, caffeine in my system. i downed two cups in 1 hour today. although im not sure if my prefered concotion counts. i can only handle about a teaspoon of coffee and lots of cream and sugar. any more than that, the drummer boys will be back inside my chest. yep, with tap dancers too.
i tried to fight it, just so you know. every time i am staring at a blank page in my monitor, blinking back at the flashing cursor (which terribly reminds me of a tapping shoe), my thoughts start drifting to coffee. and i would tell myself "no, no coffee! bad coffee!", and i will calm down, try to write, blink blink, thoughts stray to coffee, shout to self "no! bad coffee! must kill coffee!", stare at the monitor, cursor (impatiently taps), thoughts stray to coffee...
ah, the vicious cycle.
so i had to give in. for my sanity you know. and for the sake of getting things done on time.
we had so much rush work to do this week, i couldn't finish them all off. much love to my team mates, who all pitched in and wrote (a lot of) my articles. someday, when i am rich and famous, i will pay you back. 
and it's funny how addicted you become to changing your YM status when you're stressed. clue: the words "die", "death", and "suicide" comes up every few minutes. wanna see?
photo care of Riz, thankyouverymuch. 
ahh. long weekend. i swear this thought kept us alive this week.
and now, i will date. fun fun!
