Caffeinated Ambrosia: Or How This Blog Runs on Coffee
My proclivity for drinking coffee stems from an innate hatred of mornings. I like the nightlife; I like to boogie – so while most people are bounding out of bed yipping about sunshine and lollipops in super-chipper voices, I’m calling the alarm clock a filthy name, hoping I don’t break yet another snooze button. Read more
