Hot Chocolate Disaster

I lost my will to work this morning when I lost my large hot chocolate to the floor of my car.

I just feel whiny and there's no way around that. Here I am, at work on a Saturday morning. Its not that it isn't my fault that I'm here. I certainly didn't do any work the last two days, but damn if I'm not tired regardless. And then to lose the best part of my day? And not have any cash to buy a second?

At least the hot chocolate came off of my leather shoes, but I've already made an appointment to have it detailed to avoid a spoiled dairy smell in my car.

Now that I have successfully avoided working for an hour and yet somehow have only written the equivalent of an entire paragraph, I should probably get my bitter self to work...

... or at least find something else that doesn't feel quite as much like procrastination.