Succour in the arms of Caffeine

I had my first early morning shift at the Office. As with everything new with me- it turned into a serious test of my mental strength, spirit, and my desire to overcome life's trials and tribulations. My only saviour was, as usual, caffeine. But i had to wait a long time for salvation, literally.
I had to be at the desk at 8 AM, so i had to ACTUALLY WAKE UP when my alarm rang. So, I crawled out of bed in the middle of the night ( i.e. 6 AM) and went straight to my favourite room (the toilet).
It was like sleepwalking - i still don't know how i got on the Bus ( or how i put my pants on). I spent the whole morning going through the motions in a daze as i couldn't wake myself up. This is because it was so early that the canteen wasn't open, so i couldn't get Tea.
And as anyone who 'medically' need tea knows, we are no better off than Zombies until we've had our fix of caffeine.
After about two hazy hours (feels more like eternity) spent mostly dreaming about bed (no thoughts about a perverted bed-wrestling here, just the plain BED) , the Chai walla finally showed up. About time( I had almost succumbed to the torture by then).
It almost felt like a betrayal by a friend, like the song 'you left me just when i needed you most'.
If i didn't need it so much, i would have thrown the cup to the floor and stick my tongue out. But better sense prevailed and i forgave and drank up. AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...i was finally ready to take on the world again.