More specifically Chek Hup.

Since my horrid bout of food poisoning last Saturday, I haven’t drank a drop of coffee.  Caffeine is not recommended when one has a troubled tummy. 

While I haven’t experienced withdrawal symptoms such as headaches and increased sleepiness, there is a huge sense of despondency that I cannot grab a cuppa whenever I want.  When stress hits, when I get writer’s block, when the word I want eludes me, when Grissom left CSI for good – I just want to make myself a potent brew of go-juice.  But I can’t.  Argggggh.

Now that it’s day #4, I think it’s quite safe to start off with my go-juice.  But it so happens that I am out of Chek Hup. Today of all days. Arggggh.

Somebody kill me.

Or.  I’ll just wait till lunch time and go get myself some coffee. 

After all I’ve been through, I think I deserve a cuppa.