Today my teacup broke in two. For no good reason. I was lifting it to take a sip, and half of it fell off. I luckily didn’t have it over my laptop. It fits together with no gaps, so it didn’t shatter. Just broke. I think my tea hates me. Fuck you, tea.
Desi’s been sick all week, and I’m taking care of her. I hope she gets better soon, I’m not a good caretaker.
Does anyone else, upon seeing molten lava on TV, become seized with a desire to touch it?