Apparently a serious caffeine overload does nothing for your looks.
Having a little bit of a hangover (I blame the football) and one of the most hectic days since I've started here, I've had/wanted to fill up on copious amounts of strong, black coffee. I had thought this had gone unnoticed until Cliff of all people, came into the office and asked if I'd been crying. Worst of all, when I said no he asked me if I was sure and then reassured me that if I needed anyone to talk to....
Great! He thinks I'm an emotional wreck when really my eyes are simply all gross and bloodshot due to that hundredth mug of coffee. Nice to see his sensitive side though, there was certainly no sign of that on the swinging veranda. Not that I'm complaining.
On an deeply random note I'm possibly relying too heavily on lyrics by the Smiths to inspire me regarding London. Wow this caffeine hit really has floored me.
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