A minor miracle, and other things.
I have a bit of a hangover this morning (and for no reason! Two regular drinks over the course of five hours does not a hangover make!)...and usually Coke is my choice of hangover remedy. I got up, knew I would get one at work and thus made it through my shower and commute and got here.
And then...miraculously...I didn't actually want any Coke. I didn't want it. It's not like I decided I could live without it. I just didn't want it. I got a diet Dr. Pepper instead, which is not really any good and thus I have no fear of becoming addicted.
I DIDN'T WANT IT! Take that, monkey on my back! Take that, evil multinational peddler of diabetes and other ills! TAKE THAT!
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Dear March,
I know you're all about that in like a lion and out like a lamb business, but I think you're taking this lamb thing too far. I mean, fluffy white snow seems lamb-like. But I really think three inches (and counting) on the first day of Spring is taking the metaphor just a leeetle too far. Please cease and desist.
Love,
tara
