I have pretended for awhile that working for a big corporate entity hadn’t changed my lifestyle much. Sure, I went to be three to five hours earlier than normal. Yes, I gotten up earlier consistently than I have for the last fourteen years. But it wasn’t until yesterday that I realized I have become “older” and officially indoctrinated into a 9 – 5 culture.

If you’re a long-time Gibberish reader, you already know how much I love coffee. I have all sorts of coffee contraptions about the house, and either have a mug of coffee or a glass of water in my hand. So when I met some folks out at Starbucks last night I barely believed myself when I uttered the phrase, “half-caf, please.”

:record skipping:

Yeah, that’s right. half-caf. I needed to go to bed “early” in order to wake up for work and be on time. I could hardly believe it myself. What’s fucking next, decaf?

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