I have a confession to make.
I might be addicted to coffee.
I can remember a time where the thought of drinking coffee repulsed me.
Then I remember when the smell was attractive, but still I could not fathom pouring it down my gullet.
But then, in one night of desperation, I had to stay alert.  I poured a cup.  After adding loads of sugar and creamer, I lifted the steaming mug and sipped.  Not bad.  Not bad at all.
Today I am a coffee snob of sorts.  I make great effort to purchase all of my coffee at our local coffee store, Leopard Forest Coffee Company.  Not only are they staffed with super-human people and led by one who shares my vision on buying local and supporting community, but they also produce a fine bean.
Now I am buying whole beans and grinding them.  Savouring the aroma as it is ground.  Growing impatient for a taste as the almost-tangible flavour wafts through the quiet morning atmosphere after a hard run.
I have a handcrafted mug (featured in the photo) that has been granted the privilege to hold my liquid deliciousness.
I prefer dark roasts with a drizzle of Italian Sweet Cream.
I think it is because of my desire and passion for coffee that has caused my friends to call me Coffee McGhee.
Or maybe it is because I had my name legally changed to Coffee Laughypants McGhee.
Either way, I must confess, I love coffee.

Why can’t it be like the good ol’ days?  As far as I know, back in golden times, you could only get addicted to drugs and alcohol.  If you go back farther, I guess it was just alcohol.  But today, people are getting addicted to lots of stuff: food, television, video games, bungee jumping, robbing banks — to name a few.  What has changed within us as human beings that makes us so vulnerable to being addicted to so many things?  Can’t we just go back to the way things were?  Drugs and alcohol?  Maybe just alcohol?  That way, no one gets hurt.  I mean, who has ever been hurt because of alcohol?