That Good Cup of Joe

I slept in until noon again today. I swear when I woke up that this vision popped into my mind: a steaming cup of coffee.

We first passed this sign somewhere in Seoul. Kristin and I were lagging behind the guys as we wanted to take photographs.

When I saw this cup of joe, it made me think of all the cups of joe that I've ever had. It has become what I invision when I think of coffee, and I can't even taste it.

Today I french pressed a little too lax, and I have grinds in my cofffee. It's a good thing that it's Friday. I'm still in my pj's and it's 1:30pm; Friday's make a person not care. Yes, good thing for Fridays. What's even better: Fridays before holidays with grindy luke warm coffee.