Usually I love my office. It has a lovely northeasterly aspect with views of the harbour. Plenty of cupboard space. Quite a large desk. It's near the kitchen. It gets lots of sunshine but no glare on my computer screen.
This morning, however, it's been horrendous. There is a gale blowing and the building is swaying something chronic. I tried turning my back to the window to combat the nausea (there's nothing like watching the horizon move from the 21st floor) but I still feel abysmal.
This has been compounded by the fact I accidentally drank the first half a cup of coffee I've had in about five or six months. I gave up drinking coffee one day just because. It was really easy for me (I'm much more partial to Earl Grey tea or Diet Coke). I didn't need it, I decided. Extra money on a vice I didn't really enjoy. Well, let me tell you - half a mochaccino has made me feel like I'm recovering from 12 rounds with a bottle of vodka. I am NEVER drinking that shite again! (coffee, not the vodka. I know my limits.)
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