Here's my morning already ruined by something as simple as coffee. I walk into the kitchen, expecting that freshly brewed pot, but instead, yesterday's remnants sit there, congealed into this awful excuse for liquid. I stare at it in disgust, remembering all the potential I wasted on mediocre flavor. Now my entire morning depends on the mediocre coffee I made myself last. Joy.

11h ago by anonymous | Report

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