April 17, 2003
Heroin in my coffee
This morning I left the house a little bit earlier than normal and had a chance to grab some coffee from the train station coffee shop. I usually don't get the chance to do this since I am cutting it so close to the wire in catching my train. Tom served me up a large coffee and I drank it as I rode into Boston this morning on the train and read my copy of The Ultimate Frankenstein.
When I arrived at work, I knew I was in trouble when people started saying to me "What are you on?". I am trying to keep a low profile while this super-buzz that I have going wears off. I wonder if my boss will notice that I am sitting under my desk chewing on post-it notes.