I’ve never been much of a coffee person. I used to say that I despise the stuff, though admittedly over the past few years I’ve been capitulating more and more, allowing myself to be slowly absorbed into the coffee drinking culture around me. I see this as a kind of betrayal, like I’m waiving the white flag of surrender after vowing for so many years that I did not like and would not drink coffee. Today, it would appear, the final armistice in this long and fruitless war was signed.
Because of the aforementioned fatigue Jinny and I decided that I would purchase some coffee and use that as a drug to keep my poor, addled brain in working order. I thought of this as a kind of necessary evil, a kind of medicine that must simply be tolerated in order to gain the desired effect. Sadly this was not to be so. I enjoyed it. I liked my first cup of La Minita Tarrazu (purchased from Second Cup) and am kind of looking forward to another cup this evening or perhaps tomorrow morning.
Sigh, just another way in which I’m exactly like everybody else. I really am starting to wonder if we shouldn’t just take Jerry Seinfeld’s advice and start dressing in uniforms like in Sci-Fi movies.