I am so addicted to my morning cup of coffee. Ran out of grinds yesterday and thought that instead of buying more I would try out the espresso machine on our floor. Subsisting on the meager amount of caffeine in a cup of green tea, I made my way to school. On the bus, the pages of my book were a blur. Walking to the lab, I felt the evil hands of withdrawal clamp around my brain and squeeeeze.
Better now. Actually, I made the perfect shot - the crema was thick and beautiful and golden.
I can now absorb. For the next month I have designated myself officially a sponge. My only function is the gathering of information.
Research is in full swing. It is my purpose, my life, my shower thoughts. Expect that I may post everyday. It must be done because it is the best way to deal with distracting thoughts and there are many of those.
To avoid making this all about me, here’s a link to the most hilarious book online: the Holy Tango of Literature. An excerpt:

LIKABLE WILMA
WILLIAM BLAKE

Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse,
Red-haired prehistoric spouse,
What immortal animator
Was thy slender waist’s creator?

When the Rubble clan moved in,
Was Betty jealous of thy skin,
Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee?
Did he who penciled Fred draw thee?

Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye
Cartoon goddess Aphrodite,
Was it Hanna or Barbera
Made thee hot as some caldera?

That’s not even the best. There’s more and there is so much gold. To explain…I will let Wikipedia explain (referenced today): Holy Tango of Literature (Emmis Books, 2004), by Francis Heaney, is a book of literary parodies based on the theme “If poets and playwrights wrote works whose titles were anagrams of their names.”