coffee is what gets me out of bed in the morning. this morning i thought to myself i have to get up and read l'etranger oh joy. oh wait! i get coffee first! yay!! it used to be that the only way i could motivate myself to go to work was by thinking of the coffee maker waiting there for me.
some time ago i wrote a little poem about coffee and its self medicating potential. coffee is promise sometimes overstated but always a comfort to believe in if only for the first fifteen minutes of the day.
i have to go pour another cup now.