Tuesday, May 10, 2005
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One.... Latte.
Found myself sitting at a coffeeshop once again, thinking about everything, yet nothing. It's amazing how comforting coffee shops can be. (No, I don't mean the the coffee shops in Europe) It must be how Norm and Cliff Clavin felt walking into Cheers every day to get their daily fix.
Some people like a cold can of Pabst Blue Ribbon in their hand... some like a glass of Shiraz... and some just want a cup of coffee.
Why is this little Cup of Joe calling out to me? I think it's time to seek help for my caffiene addiction. That damn Starbucks label is haunting me... telling me everything is going to be all right. Maybe it's the 21st Century version of Soylent Green... Wow, I might be on to something.
I feel like the guy from the Twighlight Zone who shouted "IT'S A COOK BOOK!!!" Sadly, I know that if I tried the Starbucks Agents would hunt me down and take me to the 'happy place.'
I guess I should just give in and accept the fact that, like in A Brave New World, I'm a Somek/Caffiene freak.
posted by El Capitan at 5:22 PM