Coffee!
It's Monday. I suppose for most people who read (all 1 of you) this, Monday is the first day of your work week. Not for me! I'm on a rotating schedule, so today is my Friday!
Sometimes I take a picture for the purposes of writing about it. This is one of those posts. There are not enough blog posts like this. Usually a story is accompanied by a loosely related stock photo or clip art. That shit needs to stop.
This is my favorite coffee mug. It is the sturdiest coffee mug I've ever owned and I stole it from my ex when I moved out because hey, she left every single coffee mug I purchased at her work where they were then stolen. It's no longer a pretty mug. I didn't even wash it for this picture. I had to kludge together a pull tab after the plastic one this mug was manufactured with just broke off one day. I fretted for a bit over it until I realized that a paper clip fit through the hole.
Currently it's filled with luke-warm coffee, but that's okay. This thing keeps coffee really fucking hot for about 30 minutes by which time I get busy. If I didn't drink cooled coffee, I'd be wasting 95% of what I pour. Now I'll guzzle this gas station swill while I read about the protests going on at the state capitol and encourage myself to join them (and blog about it) tomorrow. Maybe I'll finally meet my favorite blogger, Emily Mills (of The Lost Albatross and Emily's Post), face-to-face for once. Anyway, I'd kind of like to be there to witness it myself and add my voice and person to the fight, and document it so that I can correct those who see the MSM's distortions of it on the news.
So patriots and lovers of democracy, go forward, whether democrat, republican or other and enjoy your week. I'll be sleeping in late.
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