Coffee Crisis

I read a story this morning about how a girl overdosed on caffeine . She'd had 14 double shots of espresso within four hours. Initially I was concerned, because most of my energy is caffeinated, but I usually go for two double shots on my way to work. Sometimes that makes me jittery, I'd never make it to 14.

But don't think I'm giving up on my Starbucks. Near the end of the article it states that coffee can protect against Parkinson's and simply going daft. Besides...it tastes good.

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In other odd news, we did a story on a new school principal. His name is Richard Cory. When I laughed about it at work my boss looked confused, so for the equally uncultured here is the poem you should have read in Lit. class :

Richard Cory
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked,
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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You may also have heard the Simon & Garfunkel rendition. It's very catchy, but I don't really understand why they go on singing about how they wish they were Richard Cory after they've sung the bit about how Richard Cory killed himself. Oh well, A Poem On The Underground Wall doesn't make sense to me either.

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One last bit of oddness, I was driving home last night and saw an Amish buggy, that had been fitted with captain chairs/bucket seats. Buy a car!