I put half-and-half in my coffee this morning. I do not know why -- it makes it taste weird, and the coffee gets cold faster. I knew both of these facts, and I went ahead and put half-and-half in anyway.
You know that saying, "When it rains, it pours?" Yeah. That.
I am so all about sleeping in tomorrow. I think that no human language can express just how much I love my bed.
Office politics either make me laugh, or roll my eyes. Sometimes both.
I have no idea where I am going with any of this. I think my brain is fractured and all the thoughts that are leaking out are kind of broken too.
I almost said "kind of shattery too" up there, but I cannot deal with the word "shatter." I think every time: "Shatter? Like, one who shats?" Eurgh. Even grodier was my invented word, shattery -- like an old-school-Roman vomitorium. But way worse.