Caffeinated

Dear Starbucks, People make fun of you. They say you’re substandard, the McDonald’s of coffee. Or the Wal-Mart, more accurately. I don’t care. I like you anyway. See, when I go to Starbucks, whether I’m at home or on the road, I know exactly what I’m getting. The coffee always tastes the same. The baristas are uniformly snotty. I get ...

Fitter, Happier

Dear Diary, This morning, once the caffeine had kicked in to the point where I was losing peripheral vision and my legs wouldn’t stop moving, I sat back at my desk and observed my surroundings. I slouched down in my chair, put my feet up, and just looked around for 20 minutes or so. Specifically, I was wondering what my ...