Fueling the habit

Without the threat of exams or essays to slave over looming above my shoulders for the next few weeks, I’m appalled at myself for drinking this much coffee. While about 2-3 cups of straight-up black coffee may seem negligible or unworthy of its own blog entry to many, it’s more than I’ve ever drunk during my most stressful weeks in college. My uncle and aunt here are quite fond of the beverage–there’s always a hot pot of it brewing on the kitchen counter at any given moment of the day. I’m always offered a mug even when I don’t have the appetite, to which I’d accept, because to refuse a warm cup would be sinful at least on my terms.

Not that I’m complaining.


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