Coffee

For my history of coffee drinking, click here.

As I arrive at work, I am already anticipating my morning coffee. It really does get me going.

I mean, if I can’t take my coffee break, something within me dies. It lies down, and something within me dies.

I don’t care if my office light is fluorescent. And my chair needn’t be foam rubber. But if I can’t take my coffee break, gone is the sense of enterprise. Somehow, the soul no longer tries. Somewhere, I don’t metabolize.

It’s all gone, and something within me dies.