Must. Have. Coffee.

It's like that movie, Must Love Dogs. If you want to hang with me, just understand that I must have coffee. I know I talk about coffee a lot. Possibly too much. But it's like any obsession, right? Bear with me.

I returned home late last night and, as always, put down my bag, placed my empty lunch dishes by the sink and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an odd sparkle. It was more like something glistening that doesn't usually glisten, if you know what I mean. So I turned my head and there it was.

There it was. A big ol' crack in my coffee pot. Not just a crack, but a bunch of cracks with a spider web break pattern at the point of impact.

Gasp. Wh...what happened?!? Who could hate me that much?

Now, my sister tried to convince me that I should just get a new coffee maker 'cause the cost of the carafe is almost the same price as the entire maker w/ a new carafe. BUT WHY?!? I asked, lamely. I mean, it's by no means an expensive maker. It's a run-of-the-mill, $25 Mr. Coffee machine. It's not like it shoots stars out of the filter or anything. But if it ain't broke, why fix it?

Do you think Holiday Mart/Daiei/Don Quijote would have the same carafe available? I can order it online, but I don't think I want to wait that long. Will I be forced to buy another coffee system? Oh, wait, maybe this is a good excuse to buy something totally new and cool! No. No. I don't need new and cool, I just need something with a basic function. I only want something new and cool. That's the difference. These days, I focus on needs rather than wants. Wish me luck. I need that.