As I predicted, I do feel better today, and I’m still chuckling at one particular moment from yesterday:
The moment where after making a fresh pot of coffee I stopped myself from telling the adults of the house (who had drank my previous pot of coffee) that “The coffee is fresh because you’re a [Insert Dire Insult Here].”
1st Cup Thought: I’ll just have one cup of coffee this morning.
2nd Cup Thought: Since apparently I didn’t see the bug in the coffee pot, now that Lala has made a fresh pot, I shall now have one bug-free cup of coffee this morning!
Jokes about my caffeine intake aside, I really have scaled back. These days I measure my intake in (literal 8 oz.) cups as opposed to pots.
This morning I found a dead moth in my coffee. While I am happy to report that this didn’t ruin my morning, I have decided to excuse myself from having to make any witty observations and/or pithy comments today.
Fortunately I knew to be cautious when I asked for a fresh cup of coffee to replace one that had been served to me tepid, and a good thing too! My replacement coffee was not only hot enough to violate industry standards, but it came close to being hot enough to violate the laws of science.
Today I read that somebody calculated that you could heat up a cup of coffee if you shouted at it constantly for around a year and a half.
I’m pretty sure we all know people that easily do that in half the time.
Some day I’m going to learn to set aside my excessive pride and just ask for help first when I need help. Today I practiced this by asking coffee for some help.
George Washington invented instant coffee. It’s a fact!
(It really is, but it’s also a potentially deceptive one depending on framing and how credulous you are.)
– With thanks and due credit to theoatmeal.com.
Three days without coffee; three nights with nightmares.
Coincidence?
