What does it say about one's guilty conscience when, after a steaming cup of fresh coffee has been waved under one's nose in an attempt at awakening, accompanied by a melodious, "Smell this," one's first, half-asleep response is to recoil and respond, "Aaaagh! Where'd I leave it?" as if it were some weeks-forgotten mug.
I haven't abandoned a cup of coffee in years. Really!
Blamin' the aftermath of the cold or flu or whatever it was -- I still can't smell anything.
Tellya one thing, it sure woke me up.
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