Every Friday I have this great little ritual-I get excited about going out and not teaching in the morning, I make plans, I get dressed to go out, and then...I fall asleep. Reason #238 that I may not stay in teaching: I do not want to be such a young old lady.

In other news: My school is apparently on some sort of boycott of buying coffee for the teacher's lounge. Not really a problem, unless you're a teacher, I guess. Sure, sure, we could buy some for the machine, if it were standard issue, but it is one of those completely retarded one-cup brewers that makes me angry when I look at it. Here is a picture of the machine which angers me so:

This lady does not come with the coffee machine, but I wish that she would just stand there in her pj bottoms, smiling and brewing my worthless single cup while I make 120 copies of a paper about plate tectonics that approximately four of my students will read.

Instead, I have started hoarding food and supplies in my desk to stave off my caffeine cravings mid-day. I call them 'cravings', but they are really cries-for-help, because if I had to face Kelvin in my seventh period without any coffee, I might not be able to muster up the energy to tell him to stop talking 23 times a class.

My solutions:

And of course, to add a touch of mocha:
Very chic, right? Bet you wish you were this pampered at YOUR job.