It's 6:32 am. I am going to leave for work soon. I sat down to drink my coffee -- a small but effective bribe I use to convince myself that the feeling I have when I wake up at this hour is not physical pain, but exhaustion.
I see the wine glass left over from last night and think, hey, I could totally understand how drinking (steadily) before work comes about.
Just sayin'.
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3 comments:
You know, it's so great when you post things like this, it really assures me that I don't have to worry about you. You know, I know you're not an alcoholic, I know you're not going to have a heart attack from stress, and I know you're just brimming with happiness all the time...
The other day I was getting up for school and I made a delicious cup of coffee (I presume, because I never got to drink it) and I geniusley (I can't figure out how to spell that) placed it on the floor under my door frame while I went to the washroom. When I returned to my room, I completely forgot about it, walked right passed it and slammed my door on it, knocking it over. I was late for school annnd I didn't get any coffee because I didn't have enough time to make another before school.
Count your blessings.
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