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My fling with tea has grown into a committed relationship. But seriously, there's got to be a better way to get a fix than to settle for Lipton's bottled crap. Ick. Sorry, Lipton, it's not me, it's you. Hardee's has good tea, but we don't have one 'round here, and it turns out that camomile is quite loverly, especially when coupled with long-haired woobie mathematicians.
What? Oh, right, I was out of town this weekend and it involved, like, I dunno, farmland?...hotel rooms?...swimming?...oh, and TEA. And, um, not-editing. Not-editing is fast becoming a staple of my existence.
Look, I know there's life outside of tea and TV, I just like to pretend it's a howling wasteland filled with 2,300,009 vampire ghosts. It helps. Only thing that would help more is heavy-duty sedatives.
What? Oh, right, I was out of town this weekend and it involved, like, I dunno, farmland?...hotel rooms?...swimming?...oh, and TEA. And, um, not-editing. Not-editing is fast becoming a staple of my existence.
Look, I know there's life outside of tea and TV, I just like to pretend it's a howling wasteland filled with 2,300,009 vampire ghosts. It helps. Only thing that would help more is heavy-duty sedatives.