Amarettowned

In an attempt to purge nonessentials from e's pantry, I've taken aim at a large coffee sampler which was gifted last year. I've never been a fan of coffee; in fact, it's only since this summer's 6AM mornings that I've acquired a taste for the terrifically awful punch in the esophagus once reserved only for cigarettes. My lack of coffee experience, therefore, has left me with a rather reckless approach to the stuff.

Last night I was drawn to the redundancy of an "Almond Amaretto" brew, which turned out, in retrospect, to be quite awful. After draining the pot in an hour, I passed out from not sleeping the previous evening. This morning I awoke feeling like I spent last night binging at some high school party full of girls who refused to drink beer. I've yet to shake the ugly almond taste from my mouth, but at least I don't feel hungover from Boone's and Zima.