Tenth Musee

I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to poor myself a cup of ambition, to yawn and stretch and try to come to life. Is that too much to ask?  But, my 4-month-old Cafe Noir decided to go all to cock.

Leaking! Out the bottom!  Water!  Pouring out the bottom of my shitty $20 coffeemaker!  At 6am!  When all a bitch wants is a cup of hot coffee and something to pry open her eyes!  Oh, the humanity!

I took mike’s car to 7-11 to gas it up, got some mediocre coffee and some diet coke and discovered that gas prices are just… they’re just… Gah!  They’re obscene.  $2.35 a gallon?  What the bloody hell?  All $14.12 got was 6 gallons of gas.  I used to be able to fill up my entire car for $14.  For this, I give a hearty bird to Señor Bush.  In fact, he gets a double.

But, it’s still a good day. I’m sore as all hell from that class on Monday.  Trying to sit down to pee is amusing. I get about halfway down to a squat and then I just have to kind of… fall the rest of the way.  Not the most graceful, but it’s better that hearing my quads scream in agony.  Damn lunges.  Of course, I’m going back today.  Glutton for punishment, I guess.

Happy Hump Day!