Guys, i can´t comprehent my sudden wealth, please help me.
This no joke. It´s probably, because i have no use of lambos, don´t know . . .
This is an interesting problem. Not quite sure what you should do other than buy a 70 foot tall grain silo, fill it with gold, and go swimming like scrooge McDuck.
Haha. You know what I find one of life's greatest pleasures? First thing in the morning, opening up a canister of preground coffee -- something as pedestrian as Maxwell House is just fine -- sticking my nose in, and taking a deep inhale. Brrr... Makes my eyes pop, the capillaries in my face dilate, and the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
AAR... all y'all may have heard of Celestial Seasonings Teas. Their factory is not far from me. One of the options for an 'out-of-town vistors' activity is to take them on the tea tour. While you get to see the fine artisinal methods of reducing vegetation into homogenized, single-serving doses, the apex of the tour is the visit to the mint room. They shuffle the crowd rapidly into the room where they store the mint, hastily close the overhead door, and shut out the lights. The immediate effect is confusion - followed within seconds with the sheer overpowering sensory overload of being in an atmosphere with a specific gravity weighted with mint oil as an airborne aerosol. It is truly an amazing experience.
So... putting these together! Some years ago, after these two experiences gelled in my mind, I came up with the idea of the coffee room. Maybe a cubic yard of ground coffee shin-deep in a small enclosed but comfortable space.
Yeah, that's the ticket. That's gotta be eccentric millionaire worthy. No?
