Yesterday, I bought a new coffeepot. This 11-minute coffee tastes a little weak, actually. I've gotten so used to the Evil Coffeepot; I need to rethink how normal people make coffee all over again.

Not a big deal, though. I could drink this entire pot, and have ANOTHER one ready to go in mere minutes.

The old coffee pot had a surprisingly long life. I think it was a gift the first year I lived in Milwaukee. Of course, for the first year, I only used it about once a month. I didn't seriously develop a coffee habit until I started waitressing, and then I could fulfill all of my coffee needs from bottomless pots of coffee at work.

In August, I stopped waitressing, and had to start brewing coffee daily. So. This coffee pot has only gotten serious action for about eight months, but I've owned it for maybe eight or nine years.

You served me well, O Coffeepot. Now begone with you.

(Haha! The new pot is also bigger. This is my 3rd cup of coffee, and there's still two cups left for Rijid when he wakes up. I should have done this a month ago.)

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