Twelve Wrong Days of Christmas: 10 Cups of Coffee

by Tatiana O'Toole

Just having my first cup of the day as I type this- my grandfather used to wake up at 7am sharp every morning and drive to the local McDonald's and have a coffee by himself while he sketched out ideas, inventions, and theories about the world. If I was able to get up that early, I'd go out with him, and that's where I got my first sip of coffee (which was horrible at the time). Now I basically live off the stuff and do the same- sketching out ideas, plans, and theories about the world and how we work in it. Time is a flat circle.