If there’s one thing I can promise you today, it’s a long, boring story. None of those cryptic sentences people leave on Twitter/Facebook/MySpace that make you wonder what is really going on. No, I’ll tell you every last unnecessary detail of a pointless tale.
It all began when I bought eggs yesterday. I woke up this morning and thought, “I’d like to have scrambled eggs for breakfast.” Well, scrambled eggs mean juice & coffee, but I was worried about having coffee before work, since I drink three cups at work and shake like a James Bond martini all day. No problem – I’d make Baby Coffee. Just heat up half a cup of milk then brew some coffee into it (with the one-cup coffee maker) . Well, that was fine until the machine finished and realized I hadn’t put coffee in it. Gross – a cup of hot, watery milk.
Ever the problem-solver, I just brewed up some really strong coffee to add to it.
I believe I invented espresso then.
I was wired! My heart was racing getting ready for work, and once at work I was filled with vim and vigor! I started planning all the things I would get done when I got home. Pay some bills! Clean out a room! Make an entire dinner! Ten loads of laundry! Write tons of witty back-up posts! Build a garage!
Then 9 a.m. hit and I crashed pretty hard.
Then I didn’t get home until after 6 and I was pretty tired.
Then I did one measly load of laundry and it wasn’t anything to take a picture of, but Lloyd said this boring post needs a photo.
Dreams dashed. Hopes crushed.
Tomorrow I’m having cereal. Less trouble that way.