I drink tea.
No, wait. I drink tea! Exclamation point!?!??! I forgot.
Some friends of mine gave me chocolates to go with them. The chocolates are good, but I feel like I need to convince myself to go for an extra five minutes on the treadmill for every piece I eat. I hate feeling guilty. So let’s ignore the fact that I’m stuffing my face with them right now (thanks, Belief. Thanks, Tequila-Flavored-Drink).
In other news, this Princess Noori (sp? – I have only ever seen it in Russian. In Cyrillic letters it’s spelled Нури. Anyway, this tea) is t3h CRACK. I am seriously addicted to any flavor. Anything. Lemon. Raspberry. Plain™ black tea. Something called “Begamot” (which is the word for hippopotamous!?!??!). Delicious. I must learn how to spell this in English so I can buy it in the ‘Rica.
What if it is the crack?
What if the Colonial Invaders’™ radio hasn’t been going off, but it’s all been part of a massive tea-hallucination!?!??!
I need to go lie down a bit.
Edited to add: It is “bergamot,” not “begamot” – bergamot, which, apparently, is some kind of pear. Alas. I wish I had hippo tea.
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