Right now, this very moment,
there's something bolting throughout my entire body.
And it's not just the blood in my veins.
...it's mixed with coffee as well.
(Oxygen too. Duh.)
The entire french press now looks so discontent because he's bare..
No longer does he have happy little ground beans to keep him warm...
...because I drank up all his insides.
(Too graphic? Don't be alarmed, it's only coffee, my friends.)
I just consumed the entire press. Within an hour, to be precise.
What have I learned from this?
It tickles my rib cage and elates my mood.
Just what I needed to get through today's homework load.
Reason #546 I'm looking forward to summer.