dáme la cafe-í-na

I can't afford to eat at 90% of the restaurants near the office - in what way is a $15 lunch acceptable in a developing country? And I'm an unpaid intern! Where are the leftover plates of croissants from the morning's exec meeting or soggy hours-old sandwiches rejected by potential donors that appear from time to feed the overworked and underpaid? Well, there is coffee. Strong Dominican coffee. The other day when, as usual, my peanut butter sandwich clearly wasn't going to help me last beyond 3 pm, I tried a cup of coffee to trick my stomach into thinking it was full - it also helps with the freezing temperatures in the office. I had already had my usual nice, full cup in the morning to help combat the effects of noise- and heat-induced insomnia, so I got the shakes and added another cause to the insomnia. So just now I tried a new trick... half a cup of coffee, then add hot water (just like a Starbucks Americano right?) and a ton of "Food Club" creamer, deliciously imported from Skokie, IL. Nothing like an afternoon snack of hot, milky, caffeinated water. Let's see if I make it to dinner without heart palpitations.

Remember when I declared I was giving up coffee after finally developing a dependency this past semester? Ha.