More fuel for my addiction

About a month or two ago, I noticed that a new coffee place was being put in near my house, on my route to school. Ever since, I have been anxiously waiting for it to open.

This morning, on my way to class, I noticed it is finally open for business. While I have to work today, waahh, and won't have time to try it, I will definitely be checking it out tomorrow as soon as I get out of class.

Check back tomorrow to see how it went.

Cream and sugar please

So I was going to write a review of a small downtown restaurant that I visited once last week and again today, but life happened.

Today was bi-polar; it started off badly, turned into a lovely afternoon and eventually, once again, turned sour.

Any day that starts off without coffee is doomed from the start. I am a true representation of a coffee addict. I don't even feel like the caffeine really affects me anymore unless I am dead-tired. I just LOVE coffee; I can't get enough of a cup of warm, strong coffee laced with swirls of fresh cream and sugar.

Just thinking about it makes me want a cup right now, and it is almost midnight.

I just had the realization that perhaps today went badly because I only had one cup of the sweet, sweet nectar.

No, probably not. And I probably shouldn't fuel my already ridiculous addiction.