It was one of those mornings when I woke up on the semi-belligernt side of the bed and didn't feel like doing anything I was "supposed" to do, like, oh, I don't know, UNPACK MY BOXES that have been sitting there for a week.
So it was a day of sloth, wherein I never got out of my 'jams and just stayed in bed with my books ("Quicksilver" by Neal Stephenson and the final Jaz Parks novel by Jennifer Rardin, in case you're curious) unless I felt like getting up for more food. Which I promptly brought back to eat in bed.
Alright, so what if I felt like making a batch of rice krispie treats and eating the entire thing all day long instead of real food? It went quite nicely with a strong cuppa joe, which might or might not have had a generous splash (or 3) of Jameson.
Yes, it was one of "those" days, where wallowing in a pouty funk long enough eventually makes you laugh again by the end of the night.
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