There are two kinds of people world: those who wake up fresh like a flower in the morning, and then… people like me, who look like a haunted zombie until the word coffee enters the conversation. So, let’s make coffee ☕—because without it, I might just start arguing with the wall or forget my own name.
Step one: the grand hunt for the coffee jar. It’s always hiding like it’s playing “hide and seek” with me. After a five-minute investigation worthy of a detective show, I finally find it—usually behind the sugar jar that looks more suspicious than me when I’m late to class.