So the coffee machine at work was broken a few days ago.  This of course caused great panic from the caffeine addicted population, so when the coffee machine repairman came I was pretty excited.

He seemed a bit baffled as to why I was worshiping him as a god, though.  I suppose in hindsight, slaughtering a goat and then smearing the blood on myself and dancing around in a circle chanting may have been a bit much.  You’d think though that in his line of work he’d come to expect that.  Freak.