My first coffee today was soapy because someone tried to clean out the coffeemaker with soap. It went down the drain as I hissed obscenities.
The second coffee I made today was okay but weak because I had already used most of my coffee for the soapy batch.
The third coffee today was donated by a kind friend. It was good and dark, but much of it ended up all over my pants, and now they smell. Also it's becoming apparent that the cup I had was head-meltingly strong, so now I am pretty much incapacitated, just grinding my teeth and vibrating with so much nervous energy that I can't begin to start to think about how to harness it into something productive. I'm not complaining; it's actually pretty fun.