People. Next time I'm sad on Saturday afternoon, please ask me if I've had my coffee.

I will now proceed to move at superhuman speed so that I might catalog and process 1.5 years worth of microfiche (which no one will ever look at--microfiche of master's theses from people who did not even graduate from here? Who would look at this stuff?) so that I may appear to be an actual worker bee who does work instead of what I really am.

Coffee! Oh how I love you oh coffee!