obsessed.

Rosa happily informed me this morning that she heard me talking in my sleep.  This isn't unusual, as I tend to 'sleeptalk' when I'm really tired. What is unusual is the subject of my sleeptalk.  Through muffled laughter, Rosa told me that, in my sleep, I repeatedly dictated my usual Starbucks order: "...iced coffee, sweetened with extra ice."  Even more embarrassing, I corrected my imaginary dream barista like the way I do in real life, "No, not extra sweet, sweetened with EXTRA ice!"

Starbucks already has way too many chains and real estate as it is, I don't need it occupying my unconscious being too. I think I'll be switching to 'wichcraft's coffee for awhile.