Back in the saddle of employment now which means back into the large big coccoon that is the giant cup of coffee. 40 oounces a day or so of the wretched stuff but it's like the elixir of life when you're trying to revert your schedule back from the graveyard shift into the land of the living. I forgot how nice it was not to have to pay for coffee. It makes the world such a nicer place, really.
These are my thoughts on world peace: Coffee for everyone. I can't imagine a Hitler whose had his morning coffee ever invading Poland.
Who says drug use is bad? Everything in moderation. Even moderation.