I told myself it wouldn't be so bad. I told myself that caffeine doesn't matter, I drink it for the taste. I told myself that I'd be fine.
It looks normal. It tastes normal. But it's missing that special something.
I was lying.
So as I sit here at work on this Friday, April 1st, chin propped in hand trying desperately to focus a brain cell or two on my job, I think that the joke is finally on me. And it's not funny. Not one bit. Decaf chai is a cruel, cruel joke.