So, it has officially been determined: My illness on Thursday night was definitely a bug, because 4 other people in my office have had it in the past week now. Lindsey, the initial carrier, will be swiftly and justly punished.
My tummy’s still a touch sensitive, so I didn’t think getting something filled with dairy and sugar would be the greatest idea in the world (just like those peeps yesterday were not the greatest idea in the world, and I had to find out the hard way). But I haven’t had coffee since Thursday morning, so I really needed a kick. The baristas were baffled when I got an espresso macchiato (espresso with foam on top) with no sugar or whipped cream or anything. It was hard, but I went the sugar-less-and-minimal-dairy route. And I got some tea, because well, tea is always nice when you have an upset tummy.
After 3-caffeine-less days I cannot describe how delicious this macchiato tastes. Though I have never smoked a cigarette, I would imagine that it feels like that first cigarette in the morning. I know, I’m such a square, I’ve never smoked a cigarette. I don’t care, they’re gross and they smell. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to dance around my desk to the Backstreet Boys while my Pandora judges me.