I don't really want to talk about yesterday. I am tired and disgruntled. As I was washing the filter holder thingamajig (see? this is why I want to be a writer...how could I refuse, when I'm so aware of the technical names for everything), I pushed my coffee pot onto the floor.
This means, of course, no coffee, which makes for a very grumpy Shelly Quade. (You might want to just leave now, before my wrath is transferred to you...)
Yesterday's word count: 1,816 words