I am lying in bed naked, curled up against my SO under the blankets, and scrolling through #MastoAdmin/#FediBlock blocking new shitsites.
I should dig out the coffee maker and see if it still works. It would be really nice to be doing this with a cup of hot chai in reach.
(If you are an admin scrolling through these same tags, hello and good morning, I hope you have a lovely, chill Sunday. )
I lived in Seattle for like seven years and am still not a fan of coffee! It tastes so much more bitter than it smells no matter what you do to it.
There are two circumstances where I'll drink it: a small cup of it to help contrast the sweetness of astounding pastries at the local 120-year-old wikinotable pastry shop, and an ultra-sugared cup of it at the Cafe Du Monde in the park.
I have also never had an office job where I was required to be there at 9AM with nothing in the place to help me wake up besides the office coffee pot. No pressure to start drinking it.
For me, I just need to fill my vice-niche. I'm alcohol intolerant and other-things dysphoric, so caffeine it is!
Personally, the fewer folks that drink coffee the more there is for me. It's a win-win situation.
I'm a grumpy queer dragon lady and this is my quiet cave for me and some friends.