I’m having a frustrating day. The essence of today can be captured by this: I have a super-sized diet coke sitting here, half-drunk. And my straw? MY FUCKING STRAW? It has a greeeeeeat big split in the middle. So, it was NOT my imagination the past four drinks that I was getting equal parts air & soda. And so I’ve replaced it with one of MY straws (yes, I keep them at my desk), but that straw is too short. Story of my frickin’ life.
Now I’m gonna burp all afternoon.