Voltaire, the snooty French writer/philosopher who apparently hated Christianity and censorship and would have been seriously jealous of Jerry Seinfeld's puffy shirt, is said to have LOVED a wicked-good cup of coffee. Supposedly, he drank 50-80 cups of coffee a day. Gives new meaning to the word "Voltage." (Yeah, I made that last line up--while enjoying some creative lighter fluid myself.) I wonder how you say, "I'm Jonesin' for a Speed Ball on a leash" in French (regular coffee with a shot of espresso, to go).
It's hard to get going every morning without my cup o' Voltage. The other morning, I sat down at the computer at 6:00 a.m. BC (before coffee). I was looking through papers that I needed to take care of that day and started to make some notes about my son's application for a competitive scholarship--important stuff under the gun of a deadline. After I'd jotted a word or two, I realized I had written directly on the application. In red felt pen. I should never pick up a pen before picking up the cup. Note to self: "You're not up 'til you've had a cup. Cup = Up." It wasn't embarrassing at all to email the admissions office, admit what I'd done and ask for another application. Let's just hope the sin of the mother does not taint the son.
Question: How do you know you're addicted to coffee? When you have a picture of your mug on your mug.