Mornings
I'm convinced that some mornings belong in their own dimension. They certainly bring their own fuzzy rules of logic with them.
Why else, with my coffee cup ready and waiting on the counter, would I pour coffee into the water glass in my hand?
My pretty pink goblet of a water glass - with an inch of water still in it.
I don't fight dimensional rules, no matter how wacky they are - I just poured it all back into the coffee pot and poured another cup.
*shakes puny fist at alternate dimension* One thing you can bet on, I'll be making another pot of coffee very soon.
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Why else, with my coffee cup ready and waiting on the counter, would I pour coffee into the water glass in my hand?
My pretty pink goblet of a water glass - with an inch of water still in it.
I don't fight dimensional rules, no matter how wacky they are - I just poured it all back into the coffee pot and poured another cup.
*shakes puny fist at alternate dimension* One thing you can bet on, I'll be making another pot of coffee very soon.
This entry was originally posted at http://melagan.dreamwidth.org/345942.html. Please comment however it pleases you.