I've been writing memos for the past week, which means that I've not been working at SLU but rather back at Wash U. As a result, I have been pounding my central nervous system with sweet and sickening vending machine coffee.
Our coffee machine has a wide enough selection of hot beverages. You can get hot cocoa if you'd like, or you can get decaf, or perhaps a flavored coffee like Irish Cream (without any real Irish, of course) or chocolate hazelnut, which I used to drink. After you select a variety, you choose a strength from one to three, choose a sugar option from one to three, and choose a "whitener" option from one to three.
I drink straight up caffeinated three three three, two to three cups a day. The buzz is great, and the slight nastiness of coffee makes it all the more satisfying.
Ten minutes ago, I bought a fresh cup and took it outside to the courtyard. I had to make a call. As I chatted away, I swatted at a fly buzzing about my coffee. I finished my call, and picked up my cup only to find the fly'd fallen in and now floated at the top along with scummy whitener. O villany! Treachery! The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit!
Motherfucker!
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