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Today was an "I desperately need coffee morning." I was delirious while Marissa drove us to work: I even announced that I felt like Naomi Campbell because I wanted to throw my phone at a car that swerved in front of us. When I got to work, I headed towards the kitchen, because the pot in there always seems to make the best coffee. A guy I work with, Ian, was there, pouring himself coffee too. We huddled around it as if it were a life source, then went our spereate ways.

I love coffee.