Oh, just the view from my bedroom is all.
Then comes the inevitable morn in which the only coffee to be had is in those caramel-flavored pods you added to your virtual cart eight months prior in a naive and reckless free-for-all during which you somehow got the idea that caramel-flavored coffee might be “fun” and “different” and at the very least “nice to have around” until two days later when it arrived and you remembered that you are not seven years old and actually prefer your coffee taste like coffee but now the coffee-flavored...
I feel like I’ve unintentionally achieved a kind of beautiful balance here.
I just want the timer set, Siri. Save the sarcasm for the alarm clock.
Just found this old video, from my old life, in which I was, if I do say so myself, the god of animals.
Thanks to the great Frances De Pontes Peebles for introducing me to this, thereby inspiring me to depart the Isle of Netflix long enough to repost it.