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Monday, October 15, 2012
Well, I took her advice to heart, and that's what I have been doing, enjoying a cup of coffee with you every now and then.
Which brings me to what I want to tell you about today. I recently bought myself one of those one-cup coffee makers.
As you know by now, I'm not one of those trendy guys into the latest fads. I used to be, but I grew out of that once it dawned on me that I would be using my own money to keep up with the latest guy-gadgets instead of my dad's free hand-me-down bucks. So it was a pretty big step to go and shell out what I shelled out for this new-fangled machine.
What I had had before was just your basic ten-cup coffee maker that I'd got on sale at Walgreen's for $9.95. It worked okay, but it was pretty near impossible to down that tenth cup. I mean, it might have been sitting there for hours, sometimes for a day or two, and even coffee will get a little gamy if you let it stay out too long.
I figured the one-cupper was meant for me.
And I did it right.
I didn't go out and pick up one of those plastic filter-holders that you put on top of a cup and pour boiling water into, no, sir. I got myself a major coffee-brewing appliance. It even has a three-pronged plug, and it wants it's own proprietary socket like as if it thought it was a window-unit air-conditioner or a Frigidaire or something.
He's a tough little street stud, he is, my new coffee maker.
So far, he's been putting out for me whenever I feel the hankering for a little session of one-on-one with him. And, whereas, once I could barely get down all the coffee that I used to make, now I find myself swilling as many cups as there are waking hours in the day.
I tell you, these bad boys will give you new life, you know what I mean? I've got energy now, motivation. I've got aggression and a big chest. I've got ideas that never stop popping in the synapses of my brain. My hands want to hammer nails. Hard. My legs want to run one of those big-K races. I could even beat a Kenyan. I don't need as much sleep as I used to. I can go for eighteen, nineteen hours a day before I pass out. There are so many things to see and do, and now I feel like I can do 'em all.
I gotta potty...