Just when I thought this obsession only pertained to when I was working, it turns out this obsession now haunts me in my own home, in my own kitchen.

I fucking love making and drinking Tea.

seriously! when I started working at Tim Hortons, I loved the smell of everything. The fresh baked cookies, the coffee, the soup, oh my god it was like nasal heaven. The thing I loved the smell of the most was the tea, especially our steeped tea. When it finished brewing, it was just a beautiful and intoxicating scent.
I didn't much care for hot drinks, though.
Eventually, I got used to the smell of everything, and when I walked into work it just smelled like home, and I didn't even notice the lingering smell of caffiene that stayed in my hair after an eight hour shift. The tea still smelled good, though. So I thought I'd try some.
It was beautiful.
Well, not really. At first I thought it tasted kind of bitter, but I liked it enough to try it again.

Now, I'm addicted. I drink it before I go to work. During my breaks. I take some home. I walk downtown and get some. Anytime I'm near a Tim Hortons, I buy a Large Tea Two Milk Two Sugar. I get cravings.

I just realized, we have a tea pot sitting on the stove. There are tea bags in our cupboard. So, this afternoon, depressed and wallowing in self pity, I somehow worked up the motivation to make myself a cup of my new favorite caffienated beverage. I'm still in a horrible, horrible mood, but at least now I can get through it with a cup of tea.

Also, doesn't drinking tea make me seem so sophisticated? you wish you were this mature.