Angry. Claustrophobic. Embarrassed. Annoyed.

That’s how I feel every time I walk into the Kerckhoff Coffee house in Kerckhoff Hall for my morning coffee. The café is always bustling with students, visitors and faculty members. But for some reason, this year, Kerckhoff has been blasted with what seems like billions more caffeine-addicted, impatient, sleep-deprived students.

And that causes problems.

Today, exhausted from an unnecessary all-nighter, I went to grab an iced coffee. I went to put in my Splenda and half-and-half, which is my normal routine. Yet in my haste and the growing claustrophobia, I accidentally flung my cup a good foot and half onto some hot, but innocent, bystander.

Mortified, I couldn’t even apologize as he helped me pick up the ice that had fallen to the floor and could only stutter when he asked me if I was okay and said that they might give me a refill. And the poor guy was dripping with coffee. And all I could muster was an “I feel bad.”

And then, because I have no dignity, I didn’t leave. Because I still had to have my morning coffee. So I got back in line. And I didn’t even take the opportunity to chat up the nice guy.

So yeah. I’m one of those sleep-deprived people who make fools of themselves in their desperation for the elixir of life. And I annoy myself.