Where is my coffee!

There are certain things that are essential to writing on a blog and one of the pillars is coffee. I decided that I would make myself a cup of coffee. Some call it Joe, but I have too many friends with that name and it just does not work. I wanted coffee so I could write...........I call it the "Black gold" and you must say it with a deep voice and mean it. If I am going to write I really need coffee and it must be black and made in the french press.........if you were French you could call it the Pressoir and maybe it would not mean something bad or worse. So, I sat down and stared at the screen because my brew was not done, so I could not get started with the writing. my inspiration would arrive with the roasted drops of goodness. I grabbed my green mug and placed the before mentioned Pressoir on the desk next to the computer.........still no words............. it takes around 4 minutes for my kind of brew to be done. My thoughts about nothing were interupted with: "hey honey that coffee does not look very good". What is going on with the coffee, it is not the way it should be.............I can't drink that stuff. I broke my 10 year perfect streak of making tasty coffee with half ground coffee beans floating on top of not so dark water. It should be black, not murky, no brown will do. If gas stations used pressoirs and not Bunns their coffee would look like what I did this evening..........I have no coffee and no words. My mug is filled with shame. I cannot write without coffee!