... Don't take a drink of your white mocha right after making a crack at somebody, on the off chance that the entire room erupts in laughter and you inhale enough white mocha to send you into a 10 minute coughing/gagging fit and to keep your lungs gurgling in coffee for the next hour.
By the way, have you ever wondered what it would be like if every breath out tasted like white mocha? It's not nearly as fun as it sounds.
One rather interesting note about said white mocha is that it's the first sugar/caffeine that I've had in over a week. I went on a detox diet for the last week, primarily because I felt like I'd been eating too much sugar and it was affecting my body adversely (primarily manifested through really tight neck and back muscles and a foggy brain -- I'd read that sugar "toxicity" could be a contributor, so I decided to give it a go). It's amazing how sweet that mocha seemed after not consuming anything sweeter than an apple for the whole week. In fact, it was almost sickeningly sweet. Which made breathing it even worse. The good news, though, is that my brain feels a bit clearer and my neck has a few less knots.
On another note, my favorite word for the day is vitriolic: "something felt to resemble vitriol especially in caustic quality; especially : virulence of feeling or of speech." As in, "My, you're rather vitriolic today." Or "It's a vitriolic experience to have white mocha in one's lungs" ... okay, that's probably stretching it.
ON A SERIOUS NOTE, I'm hoping to spend tonight composing some thoughts (to be posted soon) about a documentary that I watched yesterday, as well as a prayer that I'll be praying tomorrow morning at the community prayer breakfast. So, if you think of me, pray that it will come out in a God-glorifying way (and that I'll be awake enough at SIX THIRTY TOMORROW -- that's really early for me -- to speak cogently ... since I probably won't have any white mochas in my system then). If I'm proud of my prayer (not in the Matt. 6:5 style), I'll post it later tomorrow.