The Last Crusader finally crosses the finish line

Like somebody who just watched Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first time and wants to talk about it now, I've finally woken up. After decades of intense dislike for coffee, I've converted. I never knew that the energy and pep from coffee was fairly different from the caffeine and sugar of Mt. Dew, my fizzy mistress. Are you sure this coffee stuff is legal?

Everybody's seen Indiana Jones. And everybody drinks coffee, now. I was the last holdout, but I've officially joined your Thuggee Cult. I need more energy in my life. I've been told that grief makes you tired as a way to get you the rest you need. But I'm getting annoyed at how hard it can be to drag myself out of bed. I didn't know coffee was like this, man. I'm still not a huge fan of the taste, I add lots of creamer. But recently, nothing tastes good in grief, so who cares?

Don't get crazy, guys. I still avoid Starbucks like ebola. But I'm using a Keurig machine now that belonged to my wife. I feel closer to her, if I can tolerate coffee. I know I'm grasping at straws here, but it's those little black stirrer straws.