42
It being a Saturday, Mandy’s off work, so we arrange to meet for coffee. Somehow it seems healthier than a few drinks in the evening, but I’m not sure the overdose of caffeine from the super-strong coffees the local chain serves is going to be any better than getting shitfaced on wine. It eases my conscience a little, though. Until tonight, when I’ll be meeting Kieran and Darryl.
I wonder if I can get away with ordering a decaf. I’d have to be the one going up and ordering, though, and I’d have to get Mandy to sit down. Otherwise she’d hone in on it like a guided missile and want to know why I wanted decaf. Was I pregnant? Ill? Hungover? Dying? The truth is my head is splitting. I stopped taking my medication yesterday.
I know. But I need to think clearly. Properly clearly. It’s hard
