I made myself a cup of coffee this morning. I clearly remember putting the coffee bag in the cup, pouring water, adding sugar and milk.
I do not remember drinking my coffee.
I was brushing my teeth when I pondered the wisdom of doing so before having had my coffee, as it would now taste like ass. When I came back into the kitchen, I was looking for my cup. It was in the pile of washing up that needs to be done. It was empty.
This is freaking me out.
when you get home, check it's not on the window sill or something.
missing you
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trust me, I checked everywhere…
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hmmm….
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You have an infestation of coffee-drinking elves perhaps?
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it's as good an explanation as any…
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