Good morning, Sunshine!

And so another weekend has ended, and you're back at work, dreaming about your next cup of coffee. Ah, coffee. I don't actually drink it myself, but the people who do seem SUPER into it. Is there some crack in it? I like to try and tell people that when they mixed up the ink for the Twilight books, they mixed in some crack, and that's why I can't put them down. SURE. Anyway, back to you. And your next cup of coffee. It's on the horizon, isn't it? Where will you get it from? You can't possibly go back to the office kitchen. That stuff isn't fit for even roach consumption, and besides, Weird Office Guy will probably be there, ready to tell you about who he caught stealing pens again, when you don't really care who's stealing pens, and you just can't deal with that right now. Maybe you should take a little break from the office. You've already been there for 3 HOURS, for heaven's sake. What do they want from you? It's high time you got some fresh air. You could go to one of the chains, but that's just giving money to The Man. A local independent shop! That's what you'll do. Freshly brewed coffee, maybe a snack. Sounds perfect!

Let's all go to Daniel's. Oh, but wait. It turns out that's not YOUR coffee.

Photo by KP

That, my friend, is the donut's coffee, and you'd better keep your HANDS OFF. Daniel can keep his cafe. The donut knows what's what.

(Many thanks to loyal reader, friend, and former roommate KP for sending this marvel my way. Did you ever sort out your peacock problem?)