Coffee

Coffee

…and on the eighth day, God created coffee. Yes, there are eight days in a week. Just ask Paul and John—and I don’t mean the Saints.

When I entered college, I decided two things needed to change in order to transition from teenager to adult:

1. Go by my given name, Julia, not Julie.
2. Start drinking coffee.

Yes, both have faithfully stuck with me since then (though, I’ve been given a few choice nicknames).

As far as I’m concerned, there is absolutely nothing better than waking up to smell of coffee brewing, only to fondly drink a hot, strong cup moments after I awake.

After that first sip, the first mug, it’s as if all is right in the world…until someone pisses me off.