Alright, here's the thing...I've never liked coffee. I could never understand the need to tank up on caffeine at the beginning of the day, especially by drinking something that, when judged by non-coffee drinkers, tastes bitter and nasty. I had closed the book on coffee...after all, why would I drink coffee when tea, iced cappuccinos and french vanilla taste soooo much better. Well, this week I was desperate... I needed help. And in my desperation, I turned to coffee...am I ever glad that I did.
Coffee is a magical drink provided to us, in part, by a magical country called Columbia (for now anyways...Taiwan hasn't entered the coffee business yet). Somehow, these coffee grower people discovered long ago that coffee is like sleep-in-a-cup. With coffee's help, I can stay up till all hours of the morning, sleep 10 or 20 of the 40 winks I'm supposed to get, and still function the next day!
In other news, we have a Tim Horton's at work....yes, in our building. Oh dear.
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At least you're not on crack.
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