I really need to get out of my pajamas and get dressed, as I have to leave for work in 20 minutes or less. Instead, I shall compose this post whilst inhaling the last of my grape nuts.
I went to bed with the knowledge that I am out of coffee at the house. Being addicted to caffeine as I am, if I would wait until I get to work at noon to make a pot, I would already be dealing with a horrible and debilitating caffeine headache. As I lay in bed this morning, I remembered that I had picked up a tiny single pot package from the canned food warehouse type place! Wooooey hoooo!
I went into the kitchen and realized I have ZERO idea where I put it. After going through everything in the kitchen, I finally found it. I literally lifted it over my head and yelled "YESSSSSSSSS!!!!..." (Picture the stance in your mind, if you will, of He-Man and his sword, and a loud statement of "By the power of Greyskull... IIII HAVE THE POOOOOWAAAAH.") I started to cheerfully make a pot of coffee: put in the filter, poured in the water, cut open the package of coffee. As I pour the little shiny package into the filter, one word on the package stood out to me...
..... WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!??!? I'M MELLLLTING, MELLLLLTING!
Well, poop. I then discovered that I had two tea bag like thingies left of my Folgers instant, so I cut those open and tossed the meager crystals on top.
I don't know why I'm sulky about being the closing manager on Christmas Eve. I certainly don't have plans - the only family in the area is my mother and brother, and I live with one and will be visiting the other tomorrow. Maybe it's just the principle of the thing. It's also only a teensy six hour shift, not nine or ten like I usually work.