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lagilmanI really am becoming addicted to that first cup of coffee in the morning. I'm not sure who I blame more -- ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agamisu, or that restaurant owner in Florence who refused to let me have tea, and instead served me my first cup of exquisitely-made cappuccino. Or possibly some recent ancestor, who also gave me my taste for fermented goat milk and other reportedly disgusting things. Currently drinking fresh-ground Jamaican Blue Mountain, and feeling decidedly decadent.
The reason for the coffee is that I'm in the middle of another rush line-edit (their failure to plan/make deadline is apparently making my livelihood). The author is award-winning and multiply published. The plot is not impressing me, mainly because part of my brain is going "but that's silly" as I work my way through it. But one reader's silly is another reader's fascinating, so....
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agamisu, or that restaurant owner in Florence who refused to let me have tea, and instead served me my first cup of exquisitely-made cappuccino. Or possibly some recent ancestor, who also gave me my taste for fermented goat milk and other reportedly disgusting things. Currently drinking fresh-ground Jamaican Blue Mountain, and feeling decidedly decadent.The reason for the coffee is that I'm in the middle of another rush line-edit (their failure to plan/make deadline is apparently making my livelihood). The author is award-winning and multiply published. The plot is not impressing me, mainly because part of my brain is going "but that's silly" as I work my way through it. But one reader's silly is another reader's fascinating, so....
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Date: 2006-10-30 02:33 pm (UTC)At work, I drink Mountain Dew first thing in the morning. Fellow employees/customers generally know not to talk to me until after I've had at least half a cup.
At home, I drink Iced Chai (Tazo Spiced Chai mix), and end up, invariably, sharing with my Aries who has acquired a taste for it as well. Plain milk? Forget it, he'll actually snub it. Heh. And it has to be out of *my* glass or he won't touch it either. I tried a few times to put it in a bowl for him, he snubbed it and came to shove his head in my glass.
He's even been known to knock my glass over, or stick his paw in there when it's too low. Catch phrase of most mornings is, 'Aries, no paws!' Heh.