Addiction

Grrrrrr.... headache.

Everything is too bright.

I stumble into the kitchen, spill water everywhere, and stub my toe.

I can't find the grinder.

I spill the beans.

I turn the heat on under the wrong burner.

Desperate now, I pour the water onto the grounds before it boils.

I stare at the French Press and wonder how long it's been.

I know that a perfect combination of 180 degree water and the right ratio of freshly ground beans slowly build to the optimum flavor over about 5 minutes, but right now I can't wait.

I fucking need my coffee.