Off to Drink Some Coffee

This is one of those rare moments when I have absolutely nothing to say to you. Sometimes I can just write all day, talk about utter nonsense, and entertain myself by insulting you. However, as of this moment, all that I can think about is fetching myself (extra butler) another cup of coffee. It’s like there’s heroin in it or something.

A few years ago I stopped drinking coffee in favor of Earl Grey’d tea. My rationale was coffee was the preferred beverage of homeless people and vagrants, worldwide. I found it to be a rather uncouth drink, one that fish hooked people in and dunked them like a glazed donut. I was not going to be part of that cabal and decided to quit. From that day on, I was coffee free and it lasted for two years. But like all junkies, fat people and the like, I fell off the wagon and have been drinking it ever since. The only difference, this go around, is that I take pride in the coffee that I make.

Back in the old days, I’d haphazardly toss a K-cup into my Keurig, and presto!, 3 seconds later I’d have a cup of Joe. But now, I am methodical about the coffee, like a crazed lunatic trying to paint the ceiling of a cathedral. I choose the finest beans, grind them up, and then carefully add water (just under boiling temperature) to my French Press, and then serve–extra black (Rick Ross Boss). I do not add any milk or sugar, because only idiots do that. On occasion, I will add milk foam and create what some of you lesser men might call a “latte”. But that’s about it and I don’t apologize for my habits.

Off to mainline some bean.