Two coffees, too. Four if you count accurately.

Remember how I ate two apples in one day for the first time in history? Well, this is not a historic first because I have at various times in my life consumed massive amounts of coffee. Some of you remember the Gatorade bottles of ice coffee at the SureWest hangar at the end of Palm Street on the old McClellan base. And I guess also at the Industrial Avenue building, where there was that very unfortunate accident when my bursting through those heavy doors like a caffeine-crazed madman caused that nice young lady's hand to be injured. I freely admit it!!! By me!!! Because I was a coffee junkie!!!

Even now, I remain truly sorry to that young lady, an innocent victim of my dumbassery. I wish you and yours were here with me in Gangneung, and I could have the chance to make it up to you. It might not feel so bad to this day if you weren't such a nice person, but you were and you are, and here I am, sitting in my box in the typhoon-related rain, still a dumbass, strung out on coffee once again. Some things will never change.

Three of these: Maxim's "The Black"

My stomach doesn't feel so good.
I can't imagine why.

A large Americano at the Ediya Coffee Shop by the train station.

They don't know what to make of me there, but that's okay.
We are working things out.