PSA.

This is a word of warning to the youth of the nation: avoid drinking coffee at all costs.

While it is a pleasant pasttime, and can be quite the delicacy – wonderfully different types come from all regions of the globe, exciting the pallette in every way – there is an inherent danger to it, one equally destructive and horrifying.

I offer only myself as an example. Yesterday morning, I finished off the coffee I had in the house, and hadn’t a chance to get any more before going to sleep. So this morning I had to do without, and I was unable to shake that horrible listlessness, that fatigue that plagues individuals’ spirits when they haven’t rested enough or particularly qualitatively. I’ve spent the whole day in such a slump, and may actually be coming down with something now.

It’s too late for me, but surely we can spread the word before it gets to be too late for the children, our only hope for the future. They need to be kept from it at any cost. And with that, I’m going to go enjoy the pot of coffee that just finished brewing.

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    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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