"Hi, my name is Katt and I'm addicted to caffeine."
Very trivial story, but with my brain functioning on not enough sleep and starting to finally wake up a little bit...
2nd Coffee Spill of the year, in which I definitely need to send my winter coat to the dry cleaners and obtain a small bottle of bleach:
Went to Rao's with Claude to purchase means of caffeination and a snack for Claude (whose door thought it was a brilliant idea to keep itself locked and thus making it difficult for her to return to her room without keys). Friendly Student Barista filled the cup ALL the way to to the top after being informed that no, I would not like space for cream/milk/means of contamination.
Claude's backpack + narrow space + cold shelf+ cup of full coffee in my hand + said coffee filled to the brim = Claude turning around + bumping backpack into cold shelf + bumping into Katt == "SHIT FUCK OW. ... Sorry about the cussing."
Looking back on it now, it's a bit amusing. Though, I now I am wearing three articles of coffee stained clothing (my nice coat, my white long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans that was involved in the first Coffee Spill, where a sleep deprived [gee, what a surprise] zombie mode Katt knocked the nearly full travel mug over, staining the last page of Thermodynamic notes and jeans).
Moral of the story?
Time to start cutting my addiction.
2nd Coffee Spill of the year, in which I definitely need to send my winter coat to the dry cleaners and obtain a small bottle of bleach:
Went to Rao's with Claude to purchase means of caffeination and a snack for Claude (whose door thought it was a brilliant idea to keep itself locked and thus making it difficult for her to return to her room without keys). Friendly Student Barista filled the cup ALL the way to to the top after being informed that no, I would not like space for cream/milk/means of contamination.
Claude's backpack + narrow space + cold shelf+ cup of full coffee in my hand + said coffee filled to the brim = Claude turning around + bumping backpack into cold shelf + bumping into Katt == "SHIT FUCK OW. ... Sorry about the cussing."
Looking back on it now, it's a bit amusing. Though, I now I am wearing three articles of coffee stained clothing (my nice coat, my white long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans that was involved in the first Coffee Spill, where a sleep deprived [gee, what a surprise] zombie mode Katt knocked the nearly full travel mug over, staining the last page of Thermodynamic notes and jeans).
Moral of the story?
Time to start cutting my addiction.