I worship the coffee gods

These gods do, in fact, wish you well. May you always have hot coffee and cold beer to enjoy in a cool room. With these, actualization cannot be far behind.

I have apparently, accidently, and incidentally become a coffee goddess.

I don't drink the stuff. Never have. Though I have been known to sprinkle hazelnut french roast grounds in a car's carpet. Because it smelled so good, that's why!

But, getting up before dawn, tossing enough Costco purchased and home-ground beans into the Mr. Coffee filter to make it seem like WAY too much to me, seems to be resulting in daily exhaltations of glee from the Inn guests.

Seriously, I've never heard so many people croon 'good coffeeee' before in my life.

That's the trick people. Wretched excess.

I so don't want to be here. But I have work to do.

Yep. I only need to hold out for a couple more hours, and then I shall go home and nap. And then I shall stumble out of bed and type up porn. Unless I am summoned to partake of a keg.

That's the trick people. Wretched excess.

Words to live by. And possibly my 2005 resolution.

Tom, glad to hear the toe is uninfected.

That's the trick people. Wretched excess.

Beej, may I tag?

Googlewhacking is addictive, no? Oy. I never should have tried it.

Damn yo-tech.

It's never going to be 4:00 in this time zone, is it?

It's never going to be 4:00 in this time zone, is it?

No.

Coffee gods and Beer gods, eh? Where do I sign up?

Reminds me of a Gary Larson cartoon where after rising from the dead Jesus is frustrated that he's out of coffee. I generally feel like I've just spent three days dead until I have some coffee so I can sympathize.