I have always felt like coffee is in my blood. My veins run with it. It keeps me alive. Now, does that sound like an addiction? Yes. But do I consider it an addiction? Well, yes. But it’s not a drug. Well, actually caffeine is a drug. Hmm … sounds like I’m headed down a dangerous path.
Today, one of our editors at The Rotunda requested coffee. I told her that we had a coffee pot in the office, which she didn’t know about. It never really occurred to me either, someone who has been on staff for a while, that we can make coffee at night. Genius, although very simplistic. So, tonight, since we have found a clean coffee pot, we have decided to make some coffee that I will probably consume the majority of since nobody else likes coffee (or at least needs it to “survive”).
Hopefully though it will not be a long night on The Rotunda staff. Maybe I’ll only get down a cup or three. Hopefully no more since I’m already on three. That would be too much. Well, probably not. For me at least.