I woke up at 5:30 this morning. I little early but I’ve learned that my mental snooze doesn’t work all that well and it’s better to just get up. When I don’t get up, invariably I wake up 2 hours later, feeling like hell.

So I get up, stagger into the kitchen and turn on the [tag]coffee[/tag] maker. From there I went to the living room, sat down and began to stare at nothing in particular. One might have thought that I would be looking at the view which is responsible for my outrageous rent but I decided to just stare. Stare and blink, repeating as required.

After a few minutes I noticed that there was no ‘coffee noise’ coming from the kitchen so I got up to investigate. Hmmm…. what’s taking so long? The light is on, there’s water in the reservoir, what the hell? Is that the correct light? Yeah, ok so what’s up? I stare at the machine trying to comprehend this unwelcome turn of events. It was working yesterday…

I boiled some water as I came to the realization that my wonderful [tag]Braun[/tag] is now dead. Over ten years of faithful service and it’s all over. I also learned that water needs to pass through the grounds at a certain rate lest your coffee taste like ass.

As much as I hate to admit it, my [tag]Grande Mild[/tag] never tasted so good. I guess I know what I’ll be doing on my lunch hour.