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CAFFEINE!!!
Aug. 22nd, 2003 10:44 amYay! My new coffeemaker thingy got here today! Tiger got me a Gevalia pot, with a nifty carafe, and my two favorite flavors of coffee, with two cool little coffee mugs, all in my favorite color--black!
Since no one knows why I needed a new coffeemaker, I'll tell you. Some mischeivous little children* kept creeping into the kitchen and flicking the coffemaker on and off, until the switch broke. No on, no off, just a limp little red plastic rocker switch. Sad sad, no coffee. Had to microwave the water, set the filter chamber on top of the carafe, and run the water through twice to get it anywhere near the proper density.
All that is finished, now, as the new, beautiful, wonderful carafe burbles away to itself, collecting my sanity in easy-to-swallow convenient liquid form. Ahhhh.
August is shaping up to be a pretty tight little month, you know? House of 1000 Corpses, new coffeemaker and fancy-ass coffees...man, I might not go in for the medical testing after all! (Just kidding, Kikat!) I also have some stuff in the works that I want to keep secret, just so it won't jinx, as some things that I gush about tend to do.
As I told![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cynnerth, I managed to shave two minutes offf my mile, and now have only a min-half to go, and as I told hedgegoth, I cut a nice little groove in my left index fingerprint trying to fix the toilet. broken earthenware is sharp! Always test it with a surrogate finger! It's one of those lovely proper flaps that you have to keep covered most of the time, so that it won't snag on shit, and rip open, and start bleeding all over all of your stuff. Or other people's stuff, which gets them all consternated and scowly.
I hopeshadesong finds a filter, although, with her being a college worker, she can most likely skipe one or two dozen off of someone in her office--when my mom was a secretary at KSU, I used to go in her office and drink down coffee after coffee--once did eleven in a day! Woohoo! Man was I wired for that afternoon's karate class at the summer camp! Her boss gave me a "Little Big Book", a small hardcover from the 1930s, of Buck Rogers--unfortunately, the ravages of time, and my children have rendered that little treasure extinct--sigh.
My mom's growing excitement that year was the little comic strip i did about a hero named Starman, who fooght against the minion Mexican Jumping Bean, and his super-arch-enemy-type boss, El Jefe. (Starman was a star, with a cape and suit, and smiley-face, bean was a hat, and Jefe, IIRC, was Jabba the Hutt--What!? I was ten or so, cut me some slack)
I have now been informed that I must get off the damn puter--bye now!
Since no one knows why I needed a new coffeemaker, I'll tell you. Some mischeivous little children* kept creeping into the kitchen and flicking the coffemaker on and off, until the switch broke. No on, no off, just a limp little red plastic rocker switch. Sad sad, no coffee. Had to microwave the water, set the filter chamber on top of the carafe, and run the water through twice to get it anywhere near the proper density.
All that is finished, now, as the new, beautiful, wonderful carafe burbles away to itself, collecting my sanity in easy-to-swallow convenient liquid form. Ahhhh.
August is shaping up to be a pretty tight little month, you know? House of 1000 Corpses, new coffeemaker and fancy-ass coffees...man, I might not go in for the medical testing after all! (Just kidding, Kikat!) I also have some stuff in the works that I want to keep secret, just so it won't jinx, as some things that I gush about tend to do.
As I told
cynnerth, I managed to shave two minutes offf my mile, and now have only a min-half to go, and as I told hedgegoth, I cut a nice little groove in my left index fingerprint trying to fix the toilet. broken earthenware is sharp! Always test it with a surrogate finger! It's one of those lovely proper flaps that you have to keep covered most of the time, so that it won't snag on shit, and rip open, and start bleeding all over all of your stuff. Or other people's stuff, which gets them all consternated and scowly. I hope
shadesong finds a filter, although, with her being a college worker, she can most likely skipe one or two dozen off of someone in her office--when my mom was a secretary at KSU, I used to go in her office and drink down coffee after coffee--once did eleven in a day! Woohoo! Man was I wired for that afternoon's karate class at the summer camp! Her boss gave me a "Little Big Book", a small hardcover from the 1930s, of Buck Rogers--unfortunately, the ravages of time, and my children have rendered that little treasure extinct--sigh.My mom's growing excitement that year was the little comic strip i did about a hero named Starman, who fooght against the minion Mexican Jumping Bean, and his super-arch-enemy-type boss, El Jefe. (Starman was a star, with a cape and suit, and smiley-face, bean was a hat, and Jefe, IIRC, was Jabba the Hutt--What!? I was ten or so, cut me some slack)
I have now been informed that I must get off the damn puter--bye now!
