grounded's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - This morning I woke up late and put some coffee on. I farted around for a few minutes and heard "I'm done" noises eminate from the kitchen. Too sleepy to be quite overjoyed, but reservedly excited, I went to investigate and procure myself a cup of the ole proverbial joe. To my sleepily frustrated suprise, there was no coffee collected nicely in the pot, waiting patiently and contently to be poured and consumed. NO. Instead the coffee, along with a good portion of grounds, was franticly gathering in puddles on the counter, on the floor, and in 2 or 3 of the five drawers in between. This I saw as a sign from the holy coffee dieties that today was not a day for stable predictability. 12 hours later.. However, nothing really adventurous came out of the day. That's alright. I biked and talked my ass off.12:58 p.m. - 2002-04-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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