Every morning I jump on the Pea and head to work with one thing on my mind - caffeine. Every fibre of my being is focused on getting my fix. I park the Pea, give her a pat and head into Building 8. I pull open the heavy door and there he lies waiting silently in the corner: my dealer. He knows what I want, I hear his diabolical laughter echo in my head but I am too weak to resist. I insert my 110 yen and hear with a satisfied grin on my face, my drink hit the bottom of the machine. I reach down and desperately grasp the bottle. I can almost feel the caffeine hitting my bloodstream. I head up the stairs to my office to begin my day.
Note: Three words were looked up in the writing of this entry. I have a serious fear that I am losing my Engrish.
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