My Name is Christine... and I am an addict

This morning as I shuffled into the kitchen, in my fuzzy blue slippers to mix just the right concoction to make the drug, I try to get my hands to work rinsing and placing the parts of the urn together,walking into things as I make my way around the kitchen. Rocking and banging my head against the wall as I say to noone, "WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG!!! JESUS CHRIST!!!!! Is it too much to ask ?? """"
Coffee is actually a food and when you drink it black, has nothing but the best intentions for your body. Its when its sugared and creamed that it begins to pose a problem with your digestive system.(just ask Edgar Casey)
i don't care about any of that I drank it with Cream, as always. I used to need sugar but then one day I said no. NO MORE SUGAR FOR ME!!!
Coffee starts it all for me. Ive been an addict since I was 13. I smelled it perculating on my mothers friends stoves as they sat at melamine tables in the late 60's in their teal and yellow colored kitchens. I recall the commercials with the songs that made the perculating musical sounds. By the time I was officially allowed to drink it, it was more fashionable to drink Instant freeze dried crystals of Tasters choice. By the time the 80's came around, the the fancy coffees began to arrive, The International coffees. the Swiss mochas, etc. I inhaled them as well. When I began to drive I discovered diner coffee , in diner cups, and then of course Duncan Donuts. I swear I helped to build that empire in the 80's. Everyday I was there as an 18 yr old addict. No one was stopping me. At times I ran into my own father shamelessly sitting at the counter sipping his drug as well. One could even purchase the coffee by the pound there and prepare it at home!! WHAT A CONCEPT. my head was exploding.
I have gone camping with my blue speckled coffee pot. made just for the open fire. It took too long for that. that required making a fire first and who the hell can do that without coffee!! If there isnt electtric for my coffee maker, forget it. Who give a crap about the hairdryer.
I was working in a hair salon in the mid eighties , when one day the nail girl went out to get us all a coffee. And that was when the pretty lady with the stars about her head entered my life. The packaging alone was allthat it took to know she meant business. Coffee was a very serious business with this broad. It took at least 4 creamers to lighten her the slightest. I gave up trying after that. I tasted the mixture and finally had the flavor of real coffee.
and that my friends was it for me. Oh yeah, I cut down here and there. I try to replace with tea, some of my dosages,but I always come back to real coffee.
So today,after cup number 1 I was offered the "other pop tart" but I turned it down today and opted for the slice of buttered wheat toast. Then I walked the neighborhood as the sun rose above Twin Oaks. I walked past the bus stop that I used to stand at and I realized that I had not been at that place, at this time, since the last day I took the bus to school in 1982. I recalled the others who once stood here with me and somehow we are still here in some way, in essence, in another dimension, we are still standing in our adolescence, combing our hair, applying lip gloss, waiting for the bus.

Came home, had 2 eggs scrambled with some shredded cheddar cheese and sauteed onions in butter. Then some cannelope.
Went to the job center and signed up for all sorts of computer classes for free. came home, and ate a sliver of sugar reduced cake that only had icing on the inside layer and halloween sprinkles underneath it and on the tope, baked in. ( I dont' know why I made it like this.) Maybe Im just tired of doing theings the way your supposed to)
At 1, I picked up the pope at the high school, had a nervous breakdown trying to upload his tester into the website to make a graph of his latest blood sugar numbers. My ears and head were burning. there was only one fix for this........ I needed more coffee.
We hit Wendy's for the pope and Dunkin Donuts for me. I answered the indian woman with, "A medium coffee with Cream please". How wonderful to make a drive through for coffee And a cultural moment as well. I mean these people are tea drinkers arent they? doesnt it bother them?
Did the whole childrens hospital routine, returned home and made 4 chicken breasts roasted in a dutch oven. Steamed broccoli and stove top stuffing.
oh yes
and another pot of brew.
They outa make me go to rehab
I say
no
no
no.