I don’t understand tea unless one is sick. All of the ‘flavors’ and ‘kinds.’ In fact: drinking tea when I’m not sick makes me feel like I am in fact sick. Like my mom has put a sheet over the couch and I’m laying on it drinking sprite through a straw and eating buttered saltines. (Hmm. That sounds quite nice.) I just don’t get it. Why would one want to drink slightly flavored hot water, when one could have COFFEEEEEEEEE????????????? Oh, coffee. Clearly, I’ve just had coffee. But: I had a nice time drinking lots of it when in London. With lots of milk and sugar. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?
Hmmm. Now I kind of want some tea.