Coffee and the Sociopath: A Love Story
I have not had any coffee this morning. The result was that on my way to work, among other things, I killed and devoured two young children, I kicked a puppy, and I made a biker with a “Satan Loves You” tattoo cry when I growled, “What are you looking at, you shriveled old hag?”
I’m not exactly sure when I’ll get any coffee. Maybe not until lunch. I’d tell my secretary to go get some, but I already stuffed her into the shredder.
posted by Lefty at 10:09 AM
7 Comments:
I hope your wife comes home soon. :-)
Me, too! I'm running out of underwear.
well, at least you found a purpose for your secretary...
You don't have a coffee pot in the office? Man, that was the first thing I put into mine!
siz--I know; I haven't had that much productivity out of her in months.
bre--I do, but 1) I'm lazy, and 2) the coffee we have at the office sucks. I guess I could bring my own, but that sounds like so much trouble.
Coffee seams to have little effect on me, I can drink 4 cans of double espresso and still manage to fall asleep on the job, but I still need{more like want then need though, since it dosen't do much} my coffee in the morning.
Get a small french press or one of the cheap drip funnels that fits directly over your cup and take some good coffee to work. It is worth it (I have a french press).
Life is too short to ....ssnnzzzz.... - oh, yeah .... too short to drink cheap/weak coffee.... (or beer)
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