Whoops, Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot.
July 15th, 2004
Damn you, caffeine! You are my happy friend, you are my sneaky foe!
While we’re on the topic of that cheery bean, Miranda has a confession: “[C]offee makes me a better person.” I, too, have come to this conclusion (about myself, that is), and I have resolved that it is better for me to have coffee breath, trouble sleeping at night, and jitters … than to fall asleep in a single class. That’s it—no more “white noise seating” at the back of the lecture hall by the HVAC ducts. You’ll see me, at the front of the class, with a steaming mug of strong coffee and a grinning mug on a head full of steam. I will be a coffee geek to be reckoned with!
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[...] It had become clear to me that I have grown to depend on coffee’s (sometimes uncontrollable) capacity to power my brain. Ever since I started drinking coffee (my freshman year at Rice), it has been a perennial companion. We even threw a couple of parties—under the moniker “Devil Mug Café”—in honor of its awesome and terrible power: [...]
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