black coffee...

I know it's been said before, but coffee IS the nectar of life. Never mind ambrosia, never mind golden apples, give me the scalded blood of the bean and I'm SUCH a happy camper. I'm on my fourth cup and can't believe that it's only 9:25. I know, no one with high blood pressure should have anything remotely resembling a stimulant, but I cannot live without my daily ration of pure dark richness. Of course, I can't abide the tast of black, so I load it up with powdered whitener and tons of equal, and have been called a hedonist for my trouble. I don't care!

there are few enough simple pleasures in which we indulge. I'm cutting down smoking, given up sugar, and denied myself the pleasures of pasta, bread, and french fries - so why shouldn't I avail myself of the buzz? I don't even drink that much.

Huzzah for vice!