Starbucks Hell

I went for a coffee run to Starbucks this afternoon with a guy from work. They do that quite often, and I never go, but today I felt like getting out of the office so I tagged along. I wasn't going to get anything, I don't usually drink coffee, but I thought "what the hell" and I ordered a Mocha - the first "coffee" I've had since I've been back in the states (thats one year and 3 months for those of you that haven't been counting). It was warm and mocha-y but nothing fabulous - definitely not something I want to get in the habit of drinking.

Later, back at the office, my body reminded me why I don't like to drink coffee.

Ugh.

If I ever wanted to know what it is going to feel like right before I die, this is it.

If you are looking for me tonight, I'll be in the bathroom.

And I am never going to Starbucks again. Lesson learned!