A SECOND POT OF COFFEE
wasn’t my best idea ever
When I say “can I make coffee? Can I get into the kitchen for a minute?” And you make your decades old joke about ‘can I/may I’, that has never changed my speech pattern, what I mean is- “CAN YOU please stay the f*ck away from the sink and coffee pot, for like two minutes, while I make coffee?”
at 7am I got up to make coffee. I felt so queasy I couldn’t quite get the job done. I crouched in the kitchen, controlling my breathing until I could stand up again. quietly. so as not to alarm anyone. Finished making the coffee. and went back upstairs to drink water and catch up on over 24hrs of tumblr on my phone.
anyway. I’m trying again. This coffee is delicious but I might have to go crouch somewhere.
Elvin: Sorry, Mrs. Huxtable, I didn’t know you did that kind of thing.
Clair: What kind of thing?
Clair: Serve? Serve whom?
Elvin: Serve him. [referring to Cliff]
Clair: Ohhh, serve him? As in serve my man?
I was going to post this earlier but I realized it was out of focus
and then I realized that’s exactly how I want it
and then I saved it to my drafts on my phone and it’s not there
and then I made another pot of coffee, which really doesn’t have much to do with this post except, debating on whether to make more coffee was another post I saved to my drafts, that also vanished.