Bittersweet Espresso

Well, friends. This e-scribe (he he) is feeling elevated and heartbuzzed, coz the espresso was one bitter and smacking tip of a coffee. I feel so 'lifted' that I sense I am graduating towards Enervana- it is a state of Nirvana where you feel enervated. In my case, espresso was the devil of the cause, but that's just one man's opinion, right?

I am generally thought of as a harmless perpetator who, whenever with an oversupply of caffeine in the system becomes this person who babbles incessantly and incoherently, becomes persistently bubbly and flippant, or employs the naughty twist of the mind. But an abjectly harmless one who has a profound respect of the law and a prompt tendency to avoid unpleasant and embarrassing situations.

Sometimes I feel I cannot handle caffeine; to put into other words, my body cannot contain the drug. But frailty is not the issue here. I am generally bubbly and frivolous, and a small dose of caffeine takes me up a long way. What I am saying then is that my body possesses a lot of Leverage with regards to the drug. Another synonym-phrase would be 'I am too sensitive to the drug'.

But that having said, don't think I am weak or incapable. I do not possess those karate belts, but I was in the gymnastics club once, and I can bend my body whichever way. That comes in handy during combat situations. So you watch out!!!