At the end of each day, I like to wind down and prepare for dreamland with a big cup of steaming hot coffee.
Yes, yes I do. Caffeine stopped having an effect on me in 1988…about the same time I stopped growing in the vertical direction. I could fall asleep mid-sip, which makes for high upholstery cleaning bills and a new definition of a wet dream.
The other evening, Kimmel was just finishing his monologue, which was my clue to wrap up my evening and hit the hay. I grabbed my mug for one last swig when…
What the %&$#!
Apparently someone else has a shares my addiction to coffea arabica…. greedy freeloader!