The only thing worse than getting up for a 6am flight…
…is having the coffee maker chose that occasion to die.
Oh, the humanity!
A bitch stumbled into the kitchen…filled up the coffee thing with coffee…filled up the other thing with water…and it the button.
No delightful sound of coffee being made.
No sense of anticipation as the scent fills the air.
Suffice it to say this bitch is going to be slightly incoherent until my ass can score some java at the airport.
Toodles until tomorrow…