I hate spilling coffee on my pajama pants. My parents are coming to visit today and it's the first time they've seen my apartment since they helped me move in six months ago. I've been running around all morning, cleaning and vacuuming and trying to make it look like I've been regularly polishing my hideous inherited 1930s furniture so my mother doesn't freak out. I stopped for a little neck-resting break (the pain, it lingers ... and it's now spread to my back) and promptly spilled half a cup of coffee all over my pajama pants and the floor.
Sigh.
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