I slept poorly last night, finally culminating in waking up at 4:30 and not being able to get back to sleep. (I wanted that last hour, dammit!) So I decided I would have a small cup of coffee at work. Problem is, I rarely drink coffee and never make it, so I have no idea how much to put in. I figured I would wait until someone more knowledgeable than I arrived and conned them into making up a pot.

Turns out most of the people in my office don't drink coffee. The ones who do were not so early risers today. The first of the coffee drinking brigade in today is... Well, let's say she has a quirky sense of humor. When I asked her to make coffee for me she asked what I would give her in return.

Evil woman.

She eventually settled on having me sing a song for my coffee. Not being able to think of anything appropriate I declined, planning on muddling through without. It only took about fifteen more minutes before I decided both that I did want my coffee, and what to sing for it.

And so, my friends, I serenaded the office with "The Petter Solberg Song."

And I got my coffee.

And it was good.