Simply an instrument of the gods

Gently spicy = Spicy. Reach for the water and bread.
Mildly spicy = Quite spicy, get the tissues.
Spicy = Watery eyes, cannot feel the taste of anything else in your dinner.
Very spicy = Be a good dragon imitation for the rest of the evening.
Extremely spicy = Say goodbye to your sense of taste for at least a week. At least your sinuses are clear.

This will probably sound like a really bad cliché, but it's true (sadly? funnily? you decide).

As I might have mentioned, the boyfriend is working for a company implementing internet security...
Long story short, biggest conglomeration of geeks ever. (And yes, they do call themselves geeks).

The floor my fiancé works at has decided to buy a top of the range espresso machine, (split between all of them it wasn't so expensive) and they have a cupboard with coffee pods (?) of every possible brand to be found on either side of the French border (living 20km from it has its advantages, I reckon), perfectly organised with prices per pod and a schedule to refurbish the cupboard.

Today the espresso machine broke.

It was chaos, mayhem and despair all over the floor (ok, I might be exaggerating a bit) for the major caffeine withdrawal.

They held a funeral (mock, but I'm not joking, they really did!) for the espresso machine before calling technical support.


-------And I don't even like coffee.

A fic meme I stole from fengirl88

( Ok, here we go )
*sprinkles love on flist*

Anyone wants a glass of Champagne? I still have some left and I feel I have some more celebrating to do.