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slipjig3The coffee maker broke this morning. Wait, let me italicize to indicate catastrophe and duress: the coffee maker broke this morning. Not a "push the button, nothing happens" broken, but a "clear all of the electric appliances off the counter and grab an assload of paper towels, STAT" broken. I mean, what kind of cranky middle-management god figure do you have to tick off to get that sort of divine punishment? Here's how bad it was: Andrea went to the office at 5:45 this morning, because the machine over there still works. Poor dear.
Luckily, we belatedly remembered that we do in fact have a disused French press whose carafe we haven't smashed yet, so between that and the electric kettle I think we'll survive. But still, that's the sort of karmic wedgie I can do without on a flippin' Tuesday, for crying out loud.
In other news, our laundry service finally dropped off our stuff after ghosting us for a week. No blame there—we've been late paying sometimes, they've been late dropping off sometimes, so we all join hands in ignoring our collective sins and maintaining the illusion of punctuality. Very glad it didn't take longer, though, because I've nearly gotten all the way down to Those Boxers. Y'know the type: older than most of my current electronic devices, technically intact but the elastic has surrendered to entropy and decided that it's just not worth the effort any more. We're talking last resort undies, and given that they attempt to migrate to my ankles even when I'm wearing pants I'm glad we were able to avoid anything resembling a last resort.
Right, early day tomorrow, so bedtime it is. Rest well, all.
Luckily, we belatedly remembered that we do in fact have a disused French press whose carafe we haven't smashed yet, so between that and the electric kettle I think we'll survive. But still, that's the sort of karmic wedgie I can do without on a flippin' Tuesday, for crying out loud.
In other news, our laundry service finally dropped off our stuff after ghosting us for a week. No blame there—we've been late paying sometimes, they've been late dropping off sometimes, so we all join hands in ignoring our collective sins and maintaining the illusion of punctuality. Very glad it didn't take longer, though, because I've nearly gotten all the way down to Those Boxers. Y'know the type: older than most of my current electronic devices, technically intact but the elastic has surrendered to entropy and decided that it's just not worth the effort any more. We're talking last resort undies, and given that they attempt to migrate to my ankles even when I'm wearing pants I'm glad we were able to avoid anything resembling a last resort.
Right, early day tomorrow, so bedtime it is. Rest well, all.
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