Do you? Really?

Puckies. My morning started by getting up early, getting out of the house early so I could reward myself with a latte...and ended with me going to work AFTER I co-discovered and reported a dead body.

So there. Nyah.

Seriously. I got out of the house early so I could go get a latte from the stand across from my place, and as I'm in line with this same guy I see every Thursday, we look out and see a forlorn looking figure huddled near the garbage bins next to the Mexican restaurant.

"He doesn't look so good," I observe.

"Maybe he's just sleeping," he countered.

"I think if he was asleep, he'd have a blanket. It's FREEZING," I shook my head.

"I think you're right. I'm gonna check on him," he offered.

"Um. Be careful. I see him around here a lot, and I think he does drugs or something," I cautioned.

"Right," he agreed...before he walked up and poked him.

The man was one of the usual homeless from my neighborhood, and he was deceased.

So after a brief conversation with the Everett police, I went on to work.

Sans latte.

So that was my morning. It can only go up from here.

..you've had too much caffeine when you run around singing 'Caaaaa-fein-nated, caf-fein-nated, caf-fein-nated' to the tune of the Hallelujah Chorus, interspersed with dance routines to the tune of 'If I was a Rich Man', and additional lyrics of 'If I had a latte, dah-dah-dah'?

[Edited for general inability to spell 'caffeine' whilst overly caffeinated...go figure.]

[Edited again: Coworker suggested 'Caffeine'...to the tune of 'Cocaine'. Appropo, at the moment. Appropo... I'm sure we can come up with a version 'White Lines' to go with all of this...medly.]