Coffee is probably the greatest love of my life...

I mean no offense to the other loves of my life with this statement (i.e. water, air, food, and those great little yogurt thingies from Morelia)... but really... I can't imagine life without it.

Perhaps this is the problem.

You see... we had a staff meeting the other day. As usual a "pot" (the quotation marks are used to exemplify that "pot" here is equivalent to when Grandma M. says, "light snack" = "full course meal"... lol) of coffee was brought to the room. As isn't usual, only two cups of coffee were served. This equals... oh, I don't know... 14, maybe 15, cups of coffee left in the container, if not more.

What to do? Surely we shouldn't waste it?!?

Well, friends... addiction stepped to the fore, said "me, me, me!!!" loaded up the container, and hauled it to my "office." At its new location, the coffee was put into prime position, given two (not one, but TWO) cups to fill at half-hour intervals, and severely depleted (here I am trying to tactfully say... "there was barely a drop left") by early afternoon.

I would like to pretend that this addiction is something new, something unexpected... a change from the status quo... a race into unexplored waters, a challenge to "being stuck in a rut!" I would like to pretend that "let's go have coffee" wasn't said more than five or six times per day when I was in school... or that I wasn't seriously, seriously worried about the tiny 4-cup coffee-maker that Tif's roommate left behind for me to use over the summer (since my, ahem... 12-cup coffee-maker bit the dust... yes, it was a struggle not to cry)... or that the choice between having enough money to buy coffee or supper has been a weighty decision I have dealt with more than once...

But alas... it's pretty much the story of my life.

So... we have decided that I have a serious drinking problem.

This can only be remedied by one thing, I believe...

That's right, my thoughts exactly: constant exposure in the hopes that it will grow old.

It's bound to work, don't you think???

I am going to train my coffee-drinking abilities to "go the distance" through marathon-chugging of two or three "pots" of coffee a day. Henceforth, I shall have this "pot" of coffee on my desk every day (if I can sneak it past Joe and Jeff), will faithfully drink from its aromatic ambrosia, and will convince as many people as possible to join me in this vitally important endeavor of life and love...

If you wish to join this movement, come to "Steph's office," located in the back of "Jenna's house," right beside the "Adult Library Closet/Jenna's Sewing Room," underneath the single bulb that about fell out of the ceiling the other day (not, of course, because I tugged too hard on its string), and behind the coolest L-shaped desk you've ever seen in your life...

And there we shall be. My love and I... =)