Bitter reality
Sep. 21st, 2013 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceAs a matter of absolute fact, I cannot conceivably actually want another mug of coffee. Given how much coffee I have already intaken today, it is an impossibility of desire. Undoubtedly, therefore, what I actually want is something else. *nods*
Besides which, I have no coffee in the house. I have run out. I had meant to go to the store to buy more coffee, and at the same time get moneys to pay the yard guys when they came; but it was raining, remember? And as every Englishman knows, you can't cut grass in the rain; and as every Californian knows, human beings melt in the rain. So I stayed home instead.
Annnnd then - yup. The yard guys came. The yard guys are here, yarding. Californian grass must be otherwise. And now of course - being English - I cannot leave the house at all, because the yard guys are here and I would melt if they actually, y'know, saw me.
I have no coffee, and I must gulp.
Besides which, I have no coffee in the house. I have run out. I had meant to go to the store to buy more coffee, and at the same time get moneys to pay the yard guys when they came; but it was raining, remember? And as every Englishman knows, you can't cut grass in the rain; and as every Californian knows, human beings melt in the rain. So I stayed home instead.
Annnnd then - yup. The yard guys came. The yard guys are here, yarding. Californian grass must be otherwise. And now of course - being English - I cannot leave the house at all, because the yard guys are here and I would melt if they actually, y'know, saw me.
I have no coffee, and I must gulp.