Tuesday, November 2, 2010
That looks about right for the amount of caffeine I need to get through a day. Perhaps it's why I can't sleep at night, even though I cut myself off rather early in the day. Truth be told, I'm down to about 3 big mugs of coffee a day and maybe a cup or two of tea. Rather than believe the lies in respect to the harm caffeine may cause me, I'm going to believe in the antioxidant power of the coffee bean. Don't try to dissuade me, because if I don't have my coffee, I look and feel like this:
Coffee was my mother's favorite drink and my dad used to make his own muddy Turkish coffee that I pretended to adore. Maybe I did like it, or maybe I was aiming to please by showering praise on my dad when he brewed that miserable concoction. Whatever.
I'm off to brew a pot of coffee in honor of my parent's memory and then I'm going to make my mom turn over in her grave by going out to vote for democrats. Sorry, mom.
What are you doing on this beautiful, Día de los Muertos?