It's not just a matter of needing to stay awake, no, no, no. I need coffee to function. It's the fuel of the gods, the lifeblood of the productive, and the only thing standing between me and certain doom. Without it, I'm just a shell of my former self, a husk of a human being, a... a... a... ugh, don't even get me started.
It's not just about the taste, it's not just about the smell, it's not just about the ritual of it all... it's about the pure, unadulterated POWER it gives me.
So, if you'll excuse me, I have some very important business to attend to... like staring at this wall and willing the coffee machine to produce more coffee.
But seriously, if you need me, don't bother, because I won't be able to respond until I've had my morning cup.