As part of my combined birthday and Valentine’s gift THE WOMAN gave me a French press coffee maker. Since then I’ve been going through coffee like there is no tomorrow, or no reason to sleep since I’m now drinking coffee ten minutes before bed. Now I’m out on the road and forced to drink hotel coffee. It really sucks too. Eight O’ Clock coffee is much better than that burnt crap coming out of Seattle too.

When I get home at Friday it’s going to be nearly midnight. I can guarantee you that I’ll be making a pot of coffee. If for no other reason simply because I can.