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Do you know what happens when I have caffeine? I GO CRAZY! One little coffee date at 8pm on a rainy Tuesday night can inspire a revolution! Under a caffeinated stupor, I solved world peace, I designed a fashion brand, I completed outlines for two novels that have been floating around in my head, I wrote a letter to my unborn daughter and I learned tango in pretend. This is what it must feel like to be on drugs.
It was only a chai tea latte. And a few sips of a creme brule coffee sweet enough to cause diabetes. But oh, the stimulation. My already over-active imagination was on overdrive last night. Is it possible to multi-multi-task? OF COURSE!
And then you die.
