Hi, my name is Shelby, and I've had about 60 oz. of Diet Pepsi today. At the present time, I am comprised mostly of bat-shit crazy. That being said, my current state of being makes this drabble so much more relevant! It's a cross between my love for strong coffee, and my love for the Showtime series Weeds.
For the Widows in Paradise
"Don’t kid yourself, Mrs. B. Caffeine is a serious drug."
She wasn’t kidding herself. She knew, even before the three empty latte cups clattered onto the pavement, that she had a substance abuse problem. Soon she would need to either admit herself into rehab, or upgrade to an IV.
She was up to twenty-five dollars and twenty shots of espresso a day. It doesn’t seem like too much when her quadruple shot, grande, low-fat, no-whip mocha comes sliding to her eager fingers five times daily, keeping her moving through her grief and newfound responsibilities... but the bills are coming due.
1,900 / 15,000
Wheeeeeeeeeeee! Ok, seriously. I am going to watch V for Vendetta and then play video games and then run screaming into the night because I am so unbelievably wired right now and I am abusing punctuation. Must back away from computer before I lapse into rampant caps lock usage and/or excessive use of exclamation points. Yowza. Bat-shit crazy, y'all. *twitches*