no more sugar coating

after sleeping nearly a dozen hours, i woke and skipped off to buy my favorite coffee, a few ingredients for pumpkin bread and breakfast. i was doing alright in my early morning haze when...

OOOPS.


**SPLAT**



i dropped my 2 kilograms of sugar on the floor. the flimsy pathetic-excuses-for-bags burst open, spilling the little white flecks all over the place as i stood defeated in front of the counter. in front of the cold woman who always mans the register.

not only did i have the opportunity to clean up, sweep up, soak up the sugar, i also had the chance to pay for the bags i broke and then for two more.

i am taking this is a sign that i should just stay home today and relax. enough of this forced integration and feigned enthusiasm about being so far away. today, i am just going to allow myself the space to relax without judgment in my apartment.




wishing you all a good weekend.

EDIT: i am increasingly trying to keep a low profile (without making this a private blog) so i might be able to write more about the reality of this experience than bureaucracy and rules would prefer me to. as such, i have removed the link to my photo albums and can send it to anyone who does not have it.