I love that feeling of instantaneous dread and apocalyptic foreboding that I experience when I realize I've left my phone somewhere.
It also reinforces my belief that my priorities are incredibly, incredibly well prioritized.
And to add to that dread, I'm out of coffee.
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
Long live the fighters.
Off to get coffee and continue painting. Oh Monday, you're not as ugly as I expected.
It also reinforces my belief that my priorities are incredibly, incredibly well prioritized.
And to add to that dread, I'm out of coffee.
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
Long live the fighters.
Off to get coffee and continue painting. Oh Monday, you're not as ugly as I expected.
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Coffee, rectified.
Painting, commenced.
It's all about the Fremen mantras, Miss C.
By the way, I forgot to comment on your diatribes voiced towards horrid drivers; so good. I would pay uber heaps (ew, "heap") of sushi to hear one of those ala "Oh yes ma'am, feel freeee to cut me off, I think it's delightful that you chose to do so! I'm guessing it's due to that aneurysm you had back when you were 14 and shining the shoes of the entire Flintstone clan in order to make a living! By all means, carry on with your day, think nothing of other people sharing the expressway as we're all plebeian scum anyway!"