My French Press.

Someone threw a vital piece of my coffee maker away, thus rendering it less than useless. It was rather upsetting, if only for the fact that I wouldn't have coffee until I replaced it.

Instead of running to the Post Exchange (PX) to get another crappy Haji drip coffee maker, I've decided to make the transition to french press makers. Whereas I'd originally believed French Press users prissy and stuck-up with too many hours in their day, I've come to understand that perhaps I merely have been too addicted to coffee to logically consider that 8 oz. of coffee may be all I need for one day, and such small quantities can be crafted carefully instead of brewed in bulk. You are talking to the person who until recently drank around 40oz. of coffee daily. I had no time or patience to skillfully brew small quantities of French Press coffee. It was an absurd thought, one that I never thought I'd entertain.

With the recent loss of my drip-coffee maker, compounded with my gradual shift of coffee intake from 40oz/day to around 8oz/day, it became ideal to consider the very real possibility that perhaps I deserved more in life.

I haven't received it yet, but I soon will.