No Coffee After Noon

Don't judge me.
Today was a coffe day.
Like...... noon coffee. Yeah, I had my chance to snatch it up in the morning, but I didn't really feel like it until noon. 

whatev.

Anyone who knows me [namely myself, in this case] should know... very well .. that coffee is like sheer adrenaline to me these days, since I've actively cut back on daily consumption. Drinking COFFEE... at NOON.... probably would've been ill-advised by the 4:30pm me. Duh.

Basically, it meant that I was in no mood to do any more moving of any more things to any more places by the time work ended and I was en route back to the new digs. This, again, was a selective choice that I made out of my obsession to reach a desired state of semi-organization. I pushed myself into a lot of frustration this evening, wasn't very kind to Rob [who isn't doing anything wrong...] and left the house knowing I hadn't accomplished what I wanted to for whatever reason lay between me and what I deemed to be progress.

And then I saw this, posted who-knows-where, and promptly made it the background on my phone:

truth. rinse & repeat!

^ This really is not that serious, Cori. It's just moving, and I have plenty of time to get everything where it needs to be. Also, you look and sound like an idiot getting aggravated over what really.. is nothing.

That being said, I've apologized to Rob for being such a downer and noted to myself that there will be a 10am-or-sooner cutoff to consuming coffee at work. Real. Talk.

So yeah. We'll try again, tomorrow.

xo | cmd