I love you, Mr. Coffee, but….
Russ Emerson | May 6, 2003
I went to bed at midnight last night, a bit earlier than usual. Suffering (if it can be called that) from a cold, I medicated myself. You know the brand – the “snotty, coughy, generally-feel-like-crappy, knock-you-flat-on-your-butt medicine.” Four hours later, staring at my bedroom ceiling, I finally gave up trying to sleep and schlepped my […]