in_stead: (the great london escape)
I've been out of coffee for three days and yesterday I bought coffee and so this morning I made coffee and holy shit this is good stuff.

*Is. Awake.*
in_stead: (morning after king)
This morning --

phone: *RINGS*
me: WhAAAAaA?!!1?
me: *flails*
me: *knocks pillows into bedside table, toppling huge pile of books there on*
phone: *RINGS*
houseguest: *answers*
houseguest: *speaks Spanish*
me: ....???
me: *has a minor panic attack, beliving I have lost the ability to understand English*
me: *realises it's Spanish*
me: *feels much better*

This was a particularly unpleasant way to be woken up. I did not enjoy it. I am still recovering from the general trauma of it all. I need more coffee to ease me through this, my time of need.
in_stead: (morning after king)
I have hiccups. [livejournal.com profile] mr_tim is in my bad books. I am excessively pissed off at my building manager for something which began with them bursting in on me while I was naked in the bath, progressed through to them leaving nasty phone messages and making my parents think that I had fainted and drowned in the bathtub a week later, took a brief side trip through them ambushing me in the lobby when I was in a hurry to leave the damn apartment and being really abrasive and condescending, and culminated yesterday with them YET AGAIN failing to come when they said they would to check the water in my bathroom, a failure which will no doubt result in a repeat of the cycle from the nasty phone messages on.

On the other hand, I do have coffee.
in_stead: (morning after king)
The phone rang at 6:40 this morning. I flailed from within my tangle of blankets to answer it. [livejournal.com profile] mcee was on the other end.

"I'm in the lobby! I have coffee! Can I come up?"

Of course, I buzzed her in. I could never turn away someone bearing coffee.1 I stumbled out of bed to the front door and, when I had my hand on the lock, it occurred to me that I may have dreamed the entire conversation. It has, in fact, happened before. I fairly frequently dream that someone has brought me coffee in bed, only to wake up and find myself both someone- and coffee-less. So very disappointing.

As it turns out, the call did actually happen, there was, indeed, coffee, and now [livejournal.com profile] mcee is fast asleep on my couch. I am tidying around her. When I get through tidying and laundry and the other assorted Sunday morning things, we're going to go have lunch.

Mmm, coffee.


1 dear serial killers -- plz forget the previous statement -- love, [livejournal.com profile] d_v_8
in_stead: (huff)
The Ottawa Sun called me four measly hours after I fell asleep to try and sell me a subscription, there is no coffee anywhere in the house, the front left headlight on my car burnt out, and chapter three is really not going well.

/ life, omg.
in_stead: (signpost)
My daddy emailed me from Africa. His email is one line long and has no capitalization or punctuation. This is because my father cannot type and thinks that computers are very clearly satanic devil tools (also, he doesn't really know how to work them). This is, I think, the first email I have ever received from my father.

::HEART::

And it is time for bed. I will deal with the unexpected explosion in complexity of the second to last section tomorrow. After sleep. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
in_stead: (morning after king)
I woke up to find that I am out of milk and forgot to buy any yesterday. That means no coffee.

...

NO COFFEE.

*flail*

I went back to bed for an hour after making that discovery, because why bother to get up if I can't have coffee? Really.

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