A Confession

Hi, my name's Johnny (not really) and I have a problem.

I'm addicted to Coffee-Mate flavored non-dairy creamers. I try not to think about what they're made of and what they're doing to my insides but I just can't seem to get my day going without a big honking cup of coffee with a big ol' shot of Irish Creme or Vanilla Cinnamon Creme or Hazelnut.

Part of the reason is that coffee, on its own, tastes like ass. I can't believe that people drink it straight. Its just plain and nasty.

But with it, coffee becomes pretty damned tasty.

And without coffee these mornings, I'd be out cold, face down on my keyboard and typing some random combination of letters with my cheer by about 2 in the afternoon. As it is, I'm able to hold on until almost 5 most days.

There is nothing like waking up from an accidental nap in your office and looking around hoping that no one caught you at it. Stupid window.

By the way, there is also nothing like the vindication of rain drops on my windshield this morning to tell me how incredibly smart I am for driving the truck today. Though if I were really smart, I'd have driven in yesterday too and not destroyed the ultrasound tape. The work on converting the videos takes more time than I remember so I'll likely get them up tonight or tomorrow or Saturday or next week or in the fall. The real question is whether I should leave the commentary in or replace with some George Winston soundtrack?