I very much enjoy coffee but find that the local baristas seem to be in a contest to find the most powerful and bitter brew they can find, so I become melancholic and return to my cave for my own private solace. And that solace just happens to be the cheapest, nastiest instant coffee on the local market that I have consumed for many, many years.
The stuff is gross, but like an old friend it makes me feel good and it puts up with my idiosyncrasies. I am loyal.
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