So every morning (except a morning a few days ago, which was a big fat mistake and shall never happen again) I start my day by making a pot of coffee. I start it up, and then I take a shower, and by the time I'm clean, it's ready. Then I usually just leave the pot on, because I don't drink the whole pot in the hour before class.
I come back to my room, and then I spend the rest of the day slurping up the increasingly burned, increasingly stiff coffee. Doesn't really matter so much, because coffee's coffee, right? Unless it's a pot of weak pansy coffee like what my mom usually makes. (Seriously, I made a pot for her with the proper amount of coffee in it, and she kept asking me what I did that made it so good. Well, I made it RIGHT, for a start. (laugh))
I'm telling this to Danica the other day, and she grimaces when I tell her about the coffee by the end of the day. "You know what I do?" she says. "I put the pot in the fridge and then when I come home, what do I have? Iced coffee for the rest of the day!"
FUCKING BRILLIANT. Genius Award, First Order, is hereby awarded to Danica, for thinking in the highest degree. All day I think about the tall glass of iced coffee I'll get to enjoy as soon as I get back to my room. It's like I've fallen in love with drinking coffee all over again! In fact, I'm a little low...I'd better go get a refill.