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I didn’t sleep yesterday.

Total sleep count was probably less than 20 minutes between 4am and 10am, while on breaks between visualizing stickpeople, reciting Pride & Prejudice, and being scared that I might wake up conscious but paralyzed!!!!! … trapped in my own body!!! #thestuffofnightmares.

I oozed out of bed at 10 because, like I said yesterday, I needed to make sure the world didn’t stop spinning while I rested. It didn’t, and the people in my vicinity are still breathing, yes! Vcky + 1.

I went downstairs to make myself The Strongest Cup Of Coffee Known To HumanKind, and looked in the fridge for creamers cus we don’t got milk. I found a little take-out creamer packet from Tim Hortons, and plopped it in my coffee-

Wait. Creamers are supposed to drool out of their containers, they don’t PLOP-
Oh shit. I put a butter in my coffee.

So there’s A Butter sitting at the bottom of my coffee mug, and an oily sheen of Disturbance illuminating the surface of my Strongest Cup Of Coffee Known To Humankind.

RUINED??????? I THINK NOT.

My 20 minutes of sleep gave me impeccable judgment. I took a chopstick from the sink and decided to stir my butter in. It was a beautiful feeling, lifting up the chopstick and seeing a disintegrating moosh of butter on it’s end. I smiled at it.

Okay it was effing disgusting.
Yep.
Tasted like an Oily Gag.

Learned my lesson.