I'm Not Blogging About Work

I'm blogging about the espresso maker AT work. Today, I tried a shot of espresso (as opposed to my usual cappuccino or latte.) I went balls out and tried the 10 strength Indian bean. I took it down like a man and even commented, "I could have another," because really, a shot of espresso isn't much to drink.

But 45 minutes later, while driving home, my heart started beating like crazy. When I got home, I decided immediately to go running. I hate running. I'm wondering if this how the cocaine craze in the 1970s started - film executives just taking a little snort to get through the day - just a harmless little pick-me-up. Twenty years later half of them are in recovering addicts and burn outs.