Scored a bit of coffee cake and a hot cuppa at Crema Cafe this morning, because I needed coffee cake. Needed it. There is sustenance in coffee cake that I cannot go without, and it must be unlocked through the catalytic chemistry of coffee, or something like that. You correct it so it sounds right; I didn’t pay attention in chemistry class.
I got a large cup of coffee to go because “small cup of coffee” didn’t sound adequate. I asked the barista how big a large cup was. “Sixteen ounces.” Shrug. “It’s not much.”
SIXTEEN OUNCES OF COFFEE IS NOT MUCH TO HER. I may have found the high priestess of my tribe.
This Is Drivel 