Oh yes, take-away.

Iced Caramel Macchiato - D402 The coffee above is the cup of coffee that proves my addiction to that drink. Until that specific cup of coffee, I had no idea how bad I needed it. I mean, sure, I've gotten into the habit of bringing a cup to class with me. There's nothing wrong with that, at UNC earlier this summer I had an hour and a half lecture each morning. Now I've got 3 hours of lecture each morning! I think that justifies a cup of coffee. I'm not an alcoholic for occasionally having a beer with dinner, so how am I a coffeeholic for having a coffee with lecture?

The problem is, when I got to the front of the line in Starbucks last Tuesday I didn't say anything.

I stepped up to the register, the barista reached out her hand and took my 3 £1 coins and we talked. She asked how my day was going, I responded and asked her the same. It wasn't until I dropped the 20p in the tip jar that I realized that I hadn't yet said a word about coffee.

After standing at the end of the counter for about a minute there was my coffee. And in no time I was off to class, slowly waking up to start the day.

I guess when the Starbucks employees begin to know your "usual," you're addicted to coffee. If this were a small coffee shop, or even a random Starbucks I wouldn't consider this a sign of addiction. But when it's a Starbucks on the edge of a college campus that often has a line out the door in the morning it's not a good sign that they know your order. So, I guess I'm a coffee drinker now.

(Side note: You have to time you trip just right. Trust me, you don't want to be there before 9 25, and definitely not after about 9 32. I imagine it has to do with Tube/bus schedules.)