OH HEY!! GUESS WHAT I AM DOING?? THAT’S RIGHT I AM DRINKING COFFEE!!
I am trying to learn to like it black, which—character-building, or exercise in futility? It’s not so much a NUTRITION thing, although my “coffees” were getting to be more and more like heated, melted, coffee-flavored ice cream, as it is a CONVENIENCE thing. It is a fair amount of fuss to mess around with….okay, fine, so it’s not all that much fuss to spoon in some flavored coffee creamer. But I was also adding about 1/3rd mug of milk, and I heated that separately in the microwave first, nice and hot but not so hot that it boiled and got an icky skin on it, and then I added the coffee, and then the flavored coffee creamer, repeat for each cup, TRUST ME IT WAS A LITTLE FUSSY.
Seems like we should make some small talk to catch up. Did you, uh, have a good weekend? I DID NOT. I was in a crappy mood for some reason NO NOT PMS, JUST BECAUSE I AM “EXPECTING A VISITOR” DOESN’T MEAN I “HAVE PMS,” and in fact finally I decided that if I was going to feel so foul anyway, I might as well get some HOUSEWORK done. So I…well, I MOPPED. The FLOORS. And I CLEANED THE TOILET.
And of course everything is already dirty again, which just proves my usual contention that cleaning only leads to more cleaning, and that not-cleaning makes more logical sense. But, fine, the top of the toilet tank is still clean, and that does look pretty and shiny I’ll admit. And the floors do FEEL a little nicer under the sock feet. And it was awesome that RIGHT AFTER the floors were dry, the cheese slid off an english muffin pizza onto the floor, and I just picked it up and put it back on the pizza. For about one full minute there, YOU COULD EAT OFF MY FLOORS. And one of us DID! (Not me, though. I gave it to one of the kids.)