I hate this.
I’ve got an uncontrollable urge to munch on these mints. I’ve go through a tin (75ish mints - three mints are equal to a cup of coffee) every week. I’m incredibly wired. I’m eating more as I write. As soon as one starts to dissolve, I crunch and swallow it, and then pop another in.
They’re in cahoots with the tobacco companies to make an addictive product, I know. I know. It’s all their fault. It’s a conspiracy. Vast. Huge.
I’m not addicted to caffeine in general; I very rarely drink coffee and only caffeine-free sodas. It’s these mints. I can’t stop.
I just popped a few more in my mouth. Life isn’t fair. I’m thinking maybe I should eat them faster, so I’ll run out sooner, and then go into withdrawal.
It’s not like this is really BAD. It gets me nice and wired so I can code like a madman at work while I listen to loud industrial and techno music in my headphones.
And as Nelson said in the Simpsons, “My mother got addicted to cough drops. One day, her breath was so sweet, she wasn’t really my mother any more.” I’ve got great breath. Woo hoo!
These mints are great stocking-stuffers for anyone for Christmas, too. So if someone wants to send me some now given that I’m going to run out within two weeks …