Another old-person habit has found its way into my life. I was cleaning the kitchen last night for my girlfriend's triumphant arrival after two weeks in crazyland (visiting her family), and uncovered a coffee pot in the pantry. It was hiding beneath a bunch of plastic bags and trash.

Well, now that the whole place is clean and organized, I've plugged it in and am currently brewing my first ever, all-by-myself pot of coffee. So, yeah, that disgusting crap that my parents always used to drink and I could never get the taste of? Apparently enough of my taste buds have died to have a taste for it.

It's not all bad - I bombard my coffee with sugar and French Vanilla creamer - but I still am making myself coffee. Coffee! It's bitter! It's disgusting! There's no reason to drink it as long as I've got soda avaliable! Oh, well.

Now, I really must be going, because my girlfriend has been in crazyland for two weeks and I really would like to satisfy these urges right quick.