Today, I bought a portable french press mug. You put coffee grounds, sugar, milk-like substance and hot water in, push the little plunger and: fresh coffee! The level of my excitement is unbecomingly high because I've been suffering the fate of terrible morning coffee for the past while. Granted, I'm not the one making it, but drinking bad coffee does not a grinning Erin make. It's even worse than Naropa chai, and that's saying something.
I've already been to an art museum today and very much enjoyed the Impressionist exhibit (though I've seen some of those paintings at another exhibit in Portland so long ago). I lusted strongly after a book called "30,000 Years of Art" that I think is pretty close to 30,000 pages long and full of art. I've also seen a snippet of my favorite cartoon, had my favorite iced latte, and woke up on my own without Dylan landing on my head or hollering for breakfast. So far it's been a good day, though I am sucking at Wii Bomberman. I probably need to get my act together and start working on projects.
An Erinku:
dolma
quickly eaten
longly
put together
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