The Philosophy of Coffee

I am currently sitting on my floor in my room. I am surrounded by about 30 sheets of paper, 7 19th philosophy books, 6 legal pads, and a partridge in a pear tree (actually there is a pigeon sitting outside my window, does that count?)

I am contemplating Kant's view of history and the humanity's need to rationalize the evil in the world in order for moral progress to occur. And as I contemplate the need for a rational world order and a Kingdom of Ends, I really only want to bang my head against the wall.

It is that dreaded time of the year which every college student abhors. It is finals time. Don't even get me started on the fact that dead week is actually dead-two-days, and lacks every aspect of being dead. I have turned two 15 page papers in already this week and know about 5 people who have had tests or projects due.

But right now I am studying (...ish) and Kant, Hegel, Marx and Nietzsche are mocking me from my scribbled notes. But it's okay, because I have coffee, and coffee makes life okay.

I have a confession to make, I am a full-fledged, card carrying coffee addict. I am exceptionally grumpy without it (something my boyfriend and brothers will willingly attest to). Coffee is really great, despite the fact that it tastes like dirt. Seriously, sugar and cream do not help the taste, so I drink it black (it gets in your bloodstream quicker that way doesn't it?)

I woke up at 7 am today to start studying, and coffee is the ONLY thing getting me through studying (ahem pretending to study). Well that and this Christmas song being played on repeat.