I really wish I could
order coffee by drone. That’s
coming soon, right? It would just
fly up to my window. I suppose I
could use one of the food delivery apps, but what if the coffee is cold by the
time it gets to me? I’m just in a
big predicament here. It’s my
Friday off (two days late blob, I apologize), and I really need to study for my
next exam. But I know as soon as I
open the book, I am going to fall asleep.
“Couldn’t you just make
your own coffee?” you ask. Yes,
but the milk is spoiled and I don’t do black coffee.
“Couldn’t you walk to
the nearest coffee shop? You live
in San Francisco—a coffee shop is never too far away.” You are correct again. But there is this really big hill and
it’s raining.
The actual problem here
is that I am too comfortable. I’m
in comfy clothes, sitting on a comfy couch, just relaxing by myself. I could doze off any second. I think I have inherited this from my
dad’s side of the family. We are
impressive dozers.
Alas, I cannot let this
day slip by with no studying. The
test is two weeks from today, I haven’t started studying yet, and I’ll be away
all next weekend for Mahe’s wedding (!!!!!!) in New Orleans. So study I must. I publicly resolve to get off this
couch, put on my rain boots, and make the coffee trek. Thank you for keeping me honest.
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