I was totally going to write something all nifty and inspiring, or at least gritty and witty, but naught has come to my little head. The day shall begin, and dozens upon dozens of ounces of coffee will begin their flow directly into my bloodstream, in my daily transfusion of blood for coffee.

I promise, O readers who do not exist, when I think of something you will not want to read…I will post it.

Mahalo.

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