Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
I am now thoroughly and utterly distraught. I’m posting this from my roommate’s computer, since I am an idiot, and broke the stupid ethernet dongle off IN THE FUCKING CARD on my laptop. I am obviously an idiot. So now I have one computer that doesn’t work at all, and another that can’t connect to … Continue reading *sob*
And lo, I have dubbed this, the sixth Day of November in the year two thousand and four, official Pyjamma Day. This is a day wherein I will endeavor to spend the next 24 hours (at least) in my pyjammas, doing as little productive work as possible. I have been busy, yo! I am all … Continue reading PJ Day
I went in to work a different way this morning, and swung past McDonald’s on my way in. This location happens to have one of those newfangled McCafe add-ons, to try to lure the gourmet & designer coffee crowd back to “fast food.” It’s Friday, the end of a long week, and I figured I … Continue reading 1 Cup of Ambition, no dirt please.
Does any of this sound familiar to some of my fellow “Wet Coast” residents? But the very worst part? The way people drive here in the rain. Ninety percent of the drivers seem to fall into one of two categories: (1) the “drive 20 mph over the speed limit like you would any other day, … Continue reading Drip Drip Drip
Rhomboids: knotted Trapezials: tight & hard as rocks Range of motion: down to about 50% Massage Therapist: ON BLOODY VACATION! *sob* Continue reading Hurts so… no, just hurts.
An Open Letter to the Five “big” local FM stations: Dear DJs, Can we stop with the sad songs each and every song all day long today? Even the rock station is playing weepy Emo songs. And when the country station is starting to sound the most optimistic – well there’s a problem. I’ve really … Continue reading Hey Mr. DJ
They have upped the coffee prices 36% in the Cafeteria.
This right around the time my poor addled brain and weary body are starting to demand two paco-sized mugs* a day instead of just one.
And y’all – I am already running myself into the poor house (why must you taunt me with your bonus time Clinique!)
So the dilemma is this: Do I get up early enough to brew a cuppa joe before I head out in the morning, likely negating the need for two cups at all – since it means I’ll actually be awake before I leave? Or do I just suck it up and fork out the cashola in exchange for that extra 20 mins of sleep?
Other points to consider: The cafeteria coffee here is among the most rancid I’ve ever tasted. My coffee consists of freshly ground premium beans (think Seattle based java emporium – I know someone who gets her “free pound of beans a week” and doesn’t drink the stuff), filtered water, and steamed soymilk.
What would Jesus you do?
Continue reading “To Brew, or not to Brew”