This morning, I had a very exciting dream: Tom and Ted were at my house, and I made them coffee. Tom asked for one teaspoon of sugar in his, and I was careful not to commit the gaucherie of offering cream. I awoke with a strong yen for a cup of joe (I haven't had any in months) and just now caved in to temptation, purchasing some nice organic dark-roast beans from my sister and brewing myself a strong cup, which I have doctored with equally organic sugar and raw cream (I'm so pure).
I should be alert for the show tonight. But that will be counterbalanced by the mojitos I plan to make to consume as I listen.