They will have to force my “FRAK!” from Battlestar Galactica coffee mug out of my cold, dead hands.

It’s a socially acceptable chemical addiction that makes my world slightly less gray. Coffee, the sweet brown nectar of the Gods. *whispers to mug* “what’s that? You want me to drink you? But I’m in the middle of a blog post-” *downs all 16 ounces with a French Vanilla chaser.