After an almost daily does of Tim Horton’s tea during the Roll up the Rim to Win contest, my body now expects it every morning. I might even say it craves it. At first it plays along, patiently waiting while I actually work, sending the occasional tic to remind me that it is still there, but by about 9:30 it realizes that I am trying to outsmart it (silly me) and it starts getting a little fussy, demanding satisfaction for the addiction. And as weak as I am, I keep feeding it, even though I know I should be stronger and should stand up for my non-tea drinking rights¹.

It’s almost as bad as movie popcorn.

¹Little does it know, I’ve actually been feeding it decafinated tea. 😉