Oh right! I need to do a coffee run too, thanks meara. But first some breakfast, and I should set up some doctor appointments.

does the irony come down to the intention of the wearer, or the interpretation of the viewer?

Yeah, I guess that is my fundamental question.

I'm such a skipper I should be calling everyone "little buddy".

It took me way to long to parse this. I'm all, did Frank buy a boat? What?

Appointment made, breakfast et

It took me way to long to parse this. I'm all, did Frank buy a boat? What?

Heh.

Yay Burrell! I, too, have eaten and have coffee. Mmm, coffee. Now I'm contemplating if I should go buy decaf for the sole purpose of making some cold-brew that I can drink ALL DAY LONG. Because summer demands iced coffee. (I bought the cold brew concentrate from trader joe's, after buying some of the starbucks iced coffee from the supermarket, but neither of those is decaf).

The repair people for my car just called--she was like "I was wondering what happened to the cover for your spare tire?" (since the tire was what got hit in the accident, though hitting it bent other things too). I informed her it got stolen like, six months after I bought the car (true--Vortex was there, that night!). She apparently ordered a new one thinking it had been damaged in the accident! Hah. Don't think I'll get to keep it but that would be pretty funny (she confirmed it's about $500 these days, so that's way more than I'm willing to spend)

Now I'm contemplating if I should go buy decaf for the sole purpose of making some cold-brew that I can drink ALL DAY LONG. Because summer demands iced coffee.

Oooh. I should do that. Or make iced tea with my hippie fruit tea.

I forgot my headphones at home, so naturally everyone is irritating and loud, and there are landscapers outside.

I was planning to come in early today and just attack the giant pile of work on my desk, but I woke up feeling so awful from allergies that I took my temperature, which of course was normal.

I would have called in sick, but a) giant pile of work, and b) I said I'd be in office today to pick up a package for a coworker. I only just dragged myself into the office. I'm feeling petulant and my desire to do any work approximately is negative eleventy billion.

Whenever I have iced coffee it brings on such a strong sense-memory of my father. He could drink it all day long. Which, speaking of coffee, at Peets now taking advantage of the free wifi. Wish me writing!

I want to call in annoyed. This stupid loaner laptop is a piece of crap. Actually I've called in frustrated to my boss and he is trying to see what he can do to get an ETA from IT on getting my computer back. I'm just so DONE. And the idea of a nap is so enticing.