Chock Full of Heroin

Our coffee maker broke last week. You can still make coffee but you have to do it by:
1. Boiling water
2. Pouring water through the coffee filter basket from broken coffee maker
3. Using a knife to hold up little button thing on the bottom of broken coffee maker's coffee filter basket so the coffee/water can come out the bottom
4. Pour coffee from bowl to coffee cup.

Now this process may seem insurmountable for some...but I'm from Seattle. It is nothing compared to the thought of a morning without coffee.
I think I understand how people with heroin addictions feel. This morning we ran out of coffee so I made ginger tea instead. I was thinking to myself, "Ha! I've fooled my body! It will run so clean today - like a jet engine! Tea is the new coffee!"
Boy was I wrong. I went to go meet Vonia in Soho and have a picnic lunch (hopefully not next to urine but that's a whole other story...). Lunch was really difficult. Between the sun and the lack of coffee, I was useless. I kept tuning in and out. I didn't hear most of what she was saying. There was several silences. I might as well not been there at all. When I was leaving, she begged me to go get coffee. Ahhh...roomies know you.
I got off the subway, bought the coffee and made it. I got so excited while making the coffee. Yes! I feel better already by just smelling it!!

The truth is... it's not even good coffee. Good coffee is not an option in NYC. Everything comes in a can. You don't even have non - can choices in my grocery. It's either sanka, folders or one step up from folders. I think I want to blame everything on the simple fact that NYC doesn't give me better coffee choices. I have to drink "Chock Full of Nuts." Gross. That sounds like a gay porn video.

Things I blame on crappy coffee:
1. My messy room
2. My lack of job as of yet
3. The fact I don't look good in shorts


Above is a picture of my crappy coffee and my messy room. They are directly related.