Whoops, Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot.
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!