I bought new, caffeine-infused breath mints the other day. Now I can battle coffee breath without losing the power of my stimulant side-kick.
They taste good, too, like a depressed Altoid with a subtle coating of chalk dust.
They melt in my mouth. Not in my hand.
They're the franks in my beans.
They're the reason I haven't written anything in blog the past 41 days. I can't sit still.
