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Caffeine

I decided two weeks ago to go on a detox in an effort to:

a) give my body a rest from all the creative festivities I have partaken in this past spring

b) give my wallet a rest so that I can spend away again once I arrive back home

c) continue to experiment with my biological make up as it facinates me the way we can be our own science experiments

I weaned myself off tea and it took a whole week. I decided I didn't want something to have that control over me again and so, I no longer intake caffeine.

This is quite big.

I have been drinking Tim Horton's coffee since the age of 15. This could explain why I'm so short and hyper.

In university, I graduated to Starbucks, probably thinking in some annoying early-twenties-self-absorbed way that I need to become more distingued as I got older and but ultimately, only made the money in my wallet disappear faster.

When 2 grande Starbucks a day finally caught up with my stomach, I switched to tea.

I didn't realize that I had become so dependant on tea until last week.

And so, I think I must now end my love affair with the drug. It's been a wild ride, filled with double-quadruples and grande lattes. But there is a time for everything to end.

Thank goodness for decaf earl grey tea.

Now, if I could only stick to my birthday resolution of no smoking...

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