It is Tuesday.
My allergies are giving me pure-T fits and a lengthy errand has gotten me late into work, and now firmly behind the 8-ball. But I do have a shot of espresso in my Starbucks dark roast, not that the would-be oomph is gonna make any real difference in my day, since there ain’t honestly that much joy juice in an espresso shot.
But I like the idea that it’s somehow supposed to tip the balance in my favor, as in, “Well, we can make that coffee a red-eye, and that’ll really pick you up!” Heh-heh. Amateurs. As if.
But I like the idea.
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