Life’s definitely divided at this moment:
| BAD | GOOD |
| really frakkin tired | coffee’s on the brew |
| out of old coffee that i liked | in with new coffee from Panama |
| word Panama makes me sing Van Halen’s song Panama | I like the song Panama |
| Amy doesn’t have to get up this morning so I must sing Panama quietly | It’s probably good for me to be quiet sometimes. |
| bagels moldy | peanut butter and jelly for breakfast! |
| still really frakkin tired and the coffee’s STILL brewing… | There’s no good side to this. Eleanor just needs to hurry the fuck up. |
Eleanor (the coffee maker) is beeping, which means she’s finally ready to give up the goods. Let’s go try some Panama blend, humming while trying not to burn my mouth. My morning ritual is varied, but waiting for Eleanor has generally become a constant. Coffee’s out – one ice cube in – wait for that to vanish into the blackness. Perfect temperature….
Kristen sips the coffee and says “It’s good… tastes like David Lee Roth.”
Ew. I’ve been out-robbed.
But damn… she’s right. This is AWESOME. And it sort of tastes like David Lee Roth
