Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee

Life is good. They fixed the coffee maker here at work.

It's pathetic, isn't it, when something like that makes your day? Gotta get a life.

I noticed a label on the coffeemaker. "Van Houtte. A taste of Europe in your cup."

No it isn't. What's a taste of Europe? It's coffee, and not very good coffee to boot. I'm supposed to think I'm in effing France instead of jammed into a cube in an office building (veal fattening pens, Sue calls them) my brains leaking out of my ears from writing insipid copy on...well, self-survival tells me not to name the client.

I'm a copywriter, and you gotta remember that some idiot just like me wrote that moronic line.

I'd prefer more of a line like, liquid artificial stimulate to chemically energize you to get your brain working in a way it doesn't want to work.

Well, it needs work. Needs to be shortened up a bit to fit on the coffeemaker, but that's the gist of it.