this morning #222.

this morning, there was this look in his eyes that said “how many times do i have to go to the store & buy creamer before i’m done?” to be fair, it also could have been read as “why does my daily eight-hour entry of data into spreadsheets translate into my ability to buy creamer?” it was hard to tell exactly. perhaps his eyes told a tale of “ten cups of coffee a day + creamer = this belly. sigh.” in short, he had been up for less than an hour & had spent a majority of that time obsessing about creamer. like, despite his copious consumption of the pseudo-dairy product, he couldn’t stand the word. it sounded like a crew member on a porn shoot.