I made coffee today. I always make coffee, that’s old news. However, today I heard a delightful black coffee joke. That is, a black joke to go with my black coffee. I stole the joke from a wonderfully depressive comics called the Proofreader (not available in English). The eponymous character is like me, a people hater and cat lover who proofreads for a living and cringes while doing so, knowing that yet another mistake might be his death.
What do caffeine addiction and your texts have in common? They’ll both put me to an early grave.