I survive life through the miracle that is coffee. I drink gallons of the darn stuff- it's how I can get out of bed and be awake! So my morning routine is usually quite simple. I wake up, hit the snooze button on my alarm, doze, and repeat for as long as possible. Then I stumble into the kitchen, turn on the kettle, then the wireless internet. I make my coffee, and then go check my email.
Today, I did the same. Except my hands weren't functioning, and I poured burning coffee all over my hand. Before the pain registered, I got really angry, cuz I just wasted that precious nectar of the gods. Then the pain set in, and I became less "I'll have to make some more," and more "FU(K!NG H£LL! OUCHIES!!!!" Not my idea of a great morning.
And I just took a sip of my coffee, and its cold. *sigh* Is it bad that I don't care?
Now, some people have tried to tell me that caffeine is a drug. Which is silly, because it is a vitamin, just like chocolate. *ignores people who try to ruin my delusions* And so coffee is good and amazing and nothing is bad about it.
I love what Dave Barry said about coffee-
"It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity. I bet this kind of thing does not happen to heroin addicts. I bet that when serious heroin addicts go to purchase their heroin, they do not tolerate waiting in line while some dilettante in front of them orders a hazelnut smack-a-cino with cinnamon sprinkles."
( More Coffee-related quotables )