Three shots straight espresso topped with whipped cream. A cafe con panna. J.J. convinced me to try one the other day at work, and so far today I've had four of them. That's twelve shots of espresso. And I'm still tired. Probably due to a building tolerance to caffeine supplemented by only getting three hours of sleep last night (pondering theology hurts my brain and keeps me awake). If I hold out for a little while longer, maybe I'll start having hallucinations (I am trying to be more optimistic).
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