This post is nothing of substance. If you are feeling intellectual, move on by. It is merely a post to say that life is unfair.
I lent my loaf of bread to my neighbor (because my apartment building has turned amish), and this morning all I could have desired in life was toast. Then I got to campus, and the entire first floor smelled like…you guessed it, toast. Life is cruel and unusual and Tuesday you can stop pretending to be a Monday at any time now.
On the bright side, I have tackled some of the adjuncting insecurity and gone down to the faculty lounge magic land to retrieve coffee. Necessity is the mother of…getting over myself for the sake of caffeine. Still haven’t snitched a baked good yet, but I don’t actually know if there were any there. I had eyes for coffee alone.
Also, if I suddenly drop unconscious on the spot, that sugar packet I used did not contain sugar. I’m going on good faith that the multitude of packets in the little basket next to the coffee machine are sugar–if someone decided to hide sweetened drugs in there, I am now transporting them in my coffee.
What. Conquering my insecurity meant going in there, not asking someone with functioning eyeballs if what I was using was creamer or powdered meth or something. I don’t know if meth is already powdered, but that seems beside the point.
Judging by the above post, I need more coffee. I’m going to go attend to that. The ducklings are turning in their first papers today, so I may have more legitimate things to talk about later.