The caramel machiotto from Carribou is not the same as the one from Starbucks. Wow. I’m still coming down from that caffeine high. Dude. Micro brew was what it was. My heart is still pounding and it’s been eight hours. I can see into tomorrow, man. Lordy. My car is out of alignment, the tires need replacing, the belts are squeeling, and it’s dirty. I can feel all of that now. In my brain. Wow. Dude. Wow.