damn fine coffee
I'm finally able to sit down and enjoy a cup of free trade Mexican coffee brewed by my very own damn fine coffee maker this morning after the incredibly busy weekend and what does it do to me? It betrays me. I made another pot, just to show it who's boss, but now have zero time to enjoy it.
The rest of my life is great. I turned in my DQ paper to my amazingly understanding prof. (Gigantic weight off my mind.) Ryah moved most of her stuff out of her old apartment, so she's able to feel at home in her new home. I am incredibly schmoopy. Shocking. On this topic, I could go on for ages, since there is so much to gush about, but I do have to go to class so I can daydream about him. *sigh*
The rest of my life is great. I turned in my DQ paper to my amazingly understanding prof. (Gigantic weight off my mind.) Ryah moved most of her stuff out of her old apartment, so she's able to feel at home in her new home. I am incredibly schmoopy. Shocking. On this topic, I could go on for ages, since there is so much to gush about, but I do have to go to class so I can daydream about him. *sigh*