Saturday, July 08, 2006

coffee

My head is mud. I am out of coffee. I am meeting asia at 10 down the street, so will wait to get my fix until then. I ground up about 10 beans, whirrrrred them around until they were dust and put them in a single cup dripper. I am desperate. I am hooked. I like drinking coffee in my pajamas on my deck. I NEED to be able to do that. Poor planning. It reminds me of scraping seeds and stems to get a headache, or crawling around on the floor after a chunk of (you fill in the drug) and shooting whatever I found. Yep, those were the days.

2 comments:

asia said...

Had I known the sacrifice I would have included the K&F on my running route. I feel terrible!

L. said...

i've smoked a few dustbunnies in that same fervor. plus, woke up today at the campout and the woman in charge and large at it would not give me coffee. i immediately felt strong desire to warn her ot to be stuck in a dark alley with only me for help; ever. i had to beg it from gordon. GORDON. geez-oh-fucking PETES. that is the last time i ever travel without coffee press. the nerve of some people. so. we shared the suffering. guess that's what us of same ilk do in the name of comaraderie. i shall drink like a fiend tomorrow. freshly ground and all for me.