Sep
16
Aaaahhhh, the replacement carafe for my French press arrived yesterday! The demise of the last carafe was a tragedy: I was getting ready for my last day of summer finals, and I was all sleepy-shaky. Somehow, I jostled the French press in such a way that it tipped over and shattered. At least it wasn’t full of coffee, but I was still like, “WHYYYYY??” I meant to order a new carafe while I was in Europe so that there would be no lapse in my ability to properly caffeinate, but I never got around to it because I was too busy looking at ruins and stuff. But now it’s here, and everything is right with the world.
