Or near enough to it, anyway. No sooner did I recuperate from previous overbuzzification when the mega-corp coffee capitalists invited me down to their Chelsea Roastery to try the Reserve blends on offer now, the Peppermint Mocha Espresso, its martini cocktail counterpart, the Princi base edition martini, two baked desserts, and two kinds of pizza. I tell you in full seriousness that even without finishing them, sampling eight coffees at 5 p.m. until 7 is the surest way to be counting the number of electrons buzzing around the ceiling tile at 5 a.m. When I finally found sleep at dawn for just a few hours, I was a strange mixture of zombie-grade brainpower but no real suffering the drag of exhaustion.
The things I do for my art.