As of five minutes ago I have finished drinking my first cup of coffee since 8:20 p.m. on March 5th, 1993.
If we were to take a time machine back to that moment in the kitchen of the house I grew up in, that's what you would find me doing.
I am sooo not kidding, folks. As I say in the first chapter of my book, I have no idea why I remember some things with such pristine clarity. It's as if I'm reliving them in the here and now.
The coffee I had then was a French vanilla brew. This time it was a mocha-something. Be kind, this is the very first coffee I've bought on my own so I'm not sure about a lot of things involving the stuff. But last weekend a good friend told me I need to get some coffee and real tea into my diet. She said it would improve me mentally. So, we'll see where it goes.
