I'm having a nice cuppa as I snuggle in bed with my little iPad library book ("Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest," by Stieg Larsson) and noticed my tea was trying to tell me something:
I can't decide if this is annoying or profound.
I also wonder if nuggets like this hit one's philosophical gray matter differently in the light of day than they do late night. If I had read this in the morning instead of at midnight, would it have affected me differently? Would I be wasting blog space on it, or just gone "huh" and tossed the used bag in the trash without even bothering to take a picture? I think I do a different kind of thinking at night. Or maybe I just notice my same thoughts differently, depending on the amount of daylight.
Or maybe I need to stop drinking wise-ass mugs of tea.
-kK le Slowly De-caffeinating Nacht Owl
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