Working at Cafe Descartes, I had 2-3 lattes a day. I made a strong shot of espresso (express! oh!), waited for it to cool a bit, and then poured it into a large cup filled with ice and milk. Eventually, I switched to fat-free, worried that my all-(stolen)-dairy all-(stolen)-bread diet would make me all fat, all my own fat, fat in all the wrong places.
Working here, without noticing, I’ve reduced my caffeine intake. I rarely have c-coffee on the weekends, or even t-tea, and somet-times I forget my coffee altogether. Yesterday, H & I went to D&D-D-D-D where I got a small cup of what is prob-robably weak-k-koffee.
But this morning I had a strong c-cup of “Oaxaca” coffee from Dark Matter (Joe bought it to replace the “Unicorn Blood” he/we used to buy, and supplement the A Love Supreme we love supremely. It tastes better than Unicorn Blood, but I miss feeling like Voldemort). I’m going to drill a hole into the floor of my desk.
P.S. Remember the ‘t’ is silent: Voldemor, Voldemorrrrr.