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Easter, that is.

I love Soda water. Club soda. Sparkling water. Whatever it’s called! And I always feel smug when I’m drinking it, knowing that I get all the bite of an ice cold coke with none of the “needing to walk for half an hour to net zero calories”. …but eating half a bag of mini-eggs ain’t doing me any favours, especially being in social isolation, being mostly stuck at home!

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bacon.

2014-2-25So, the other day, I’m sitting in my bed having slept in until a respectable hour (8:30!) playing some portal two (which i just purchased recently for PS3, because it is cheap now!), drinking milk out of a mug and feeling pretty fulfilled in life!  BUT THEN…   I put my milk on my night-stand, and I bumped the handle on the mug, which made me spill milk all over my Nintendo 3DS (which was on the night-stand, charging, which is what it primarily does), and onto the power-bar below my night-stand (which has adapters to charge phones, psp’s, ipads, etc) and then also sorta a bit on the side of the mattress too?  Anyways, it’s impossible to 100% clean up milk.  It kinda just spreads and doesn’t soak up very well… And you can’t just leave it!  But even with effort, milk doesn’t just disappear like water!  no, no.  With time, It starts to smell bad.  like rotten milk.  Because it is rotten milk.

as I’m trying to cover up the mess i made, it occurs to me: THIS IS THE EXACT reason why Diana had previously made that food had to stay in the kitchen, and further, the EXACT reason why Diana had stated she didn’t want me to hook the ps3 up to the bedroom TV!  She didn’t want mugs lying around, just waiting to get spilled and wreck the carpets and whatnot. oh, the horror!

I wanted to cry!  but you know what they say about spilled milk.

Have a great Tuesday everyone!

 

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…kinda putting all your eggs in one basket.

Everyone working a menial job has dreamed about waking up early, hopping in the shower trying to wake up, pouring the coffee, dragging yourself to the car, driving to the shop or the whatever, and finding that there has been some kind of extreme circumstance or natural disaster which ultimately means that you don’t have to work that day and can go home and sleep again.  …At least I hope others have had those thoughts, or else i might have some sort of mental disorder.    When I worked at Java Java, the dream was a water leak that flooded the entire place… We probably would of stayed open anyways.