The Breakfast of Champions
It's 10am and I'm already working on my first coke of the day. I wish this felt wrong.
I'd like to officially downgrade the status of my health from "questionable" to "rapidly declining."
Update: Monday, 10:13AM
To my left sits a coke. To my right, a coffee. I didn't even want the coke, but I escorted our demographics guy down to Sparks for a bagel, and once I was in the cafe and saw the cooler, I was sucked in again.
I expect to die sometime next month with no regrets whatsoever.
I'd like to officially downgrade the status of my health from "questionable" to "rapidly declining."
Update: Monday, 10:13AM
To my left sits a coke. To my right, a coffee. I didn't even want the coke, but I escorted our demographics guy down to Sparks for a bagel, and once I was in the cafe and saw the cooler, I was sucked in again.
I expect to die sometime next month with no regrets whatsoever.
posted by B-Boy Nothing at 7:12 AM
2 Comments:
Evan,
At one point in my life I was drinking at least two litres of the liquid gold a day. Breakfast was at least 1/2 a litre, lunch was a can plus a coke slurppie, then I'd have another bottle during my coffee break, and another can or two at night. I knew it was wrong when my stomach started to burn when I had my breakfast bottle. I stopped cold turkey for 9 months and now I only have a can or bottle once a week. You to Evan can conquer the sweet demon that is Coke.
*unimpressed face*
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