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Monthly Archives: June 2017

Fixing coffee.

Think I know what’s happening in the US. The wealthy don’t need us anymore. They are divorcing us and taking our assets. That’s an awful comparison. I’m sorry my mind made that connection, and I hope my mind is wrong, but I don’t think it is. Trump and the Republicans are skeezy bastards, dubious, dirty and vulgar. Skeezes, lowest prostitutes. Politicians, skeezes, all, including Democrats.

Well, good morning. Coffee’s just warm and too strong, and has grounds in it. Ah, yes, I bought beans in both flavors, Mentalist and Original, instead of ground. I grind both. Getting too much residue this way. Need to grind our coffee less powdery. Visited the John, little pests are fed, lovable, furry things. I’m negative and sleep deprived. Good morning, life.

I feel like crap, even after coffee, unproductive. I feel I can’t feel well more than one day in a row.

Orwell’s chomping on food, no kitty shrimp today. Churchill will be unrelenting. She lives for shrimp once a day. Coffee’s cold. I’m in a peevish mood. Twitter is awash at six on the east coast. It’s early, yet.