Jan 29, 2007 09:04
There's no coffee. C made the last of it yesterday (had commandeered the coffee making all week, in fact) and didn't let me know. So I woke up to his alarm clock and no coffee.
I did what I could not to kill him.
He then made some foul chickory brew and tried to get me to drink it, claiming it was good.
HE LIED.
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EDIT: I bought three pounds of coffee. My mood improved immediately upon consuming 2 cups. Must consider coffee rehab as a possible future necessity.
mawwiage