Gina just came downstairs to make sure i was still alive and brought me coffee. Somehow, someway, i have stayed caffeine free up to this point except for trace amounts found in my Nestea. Now, Gina claims that the coffee is something cheap and powdery and won’t count as cheating, but i’m very impressed with my ability to stay up a full 24-hours (which it has been for me at this point), so i don’t want to start using crutches now, you know? But, anyhow, it’s in this lovely tall green mug. I have a mug fetish… anything vaguely mug-shaped melts money right out of my wallet … sometimes bowls with handles even qualify. That reminds me, i’m supposed to buy a Blogger mug because Ev fixed the terrifying archive problem that Tom and i had been having. But, anyhow, we both worked in a coffee shop for well over a year and she tells me that it’s not even as caffeinated as half a shot of espresso. However, i desperately don’t want to cheat. However, she was nice enough to get up at 10:30am on a Sunday to make me coffee and listen to my frantic raving about Jerwin trying to seduce me out of my pants and how Rabi’s collages are getting more and more like surreal windows into some other place than cut up magazines. So, i’m thinking i should just drink the coffee. I dunno. Maybe we need a view poll or something.
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