Sunday… and Monday

Sundays are supposed to be for rest and recuperation. Not yesterday. Eight hours of general masti out on town, and am so tired I can’t sit straight and was stumbling over words in class.

Monday morning and no coffee. I’m such a zombie I could walk into a Pratchett novel and no questions asked. Hell, I could walk into a grave and no questions asked. Am getting desperate. Desperate enough to drink the orange brew in the canteen?

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4 Responses

  1. NOBODY, but nobody, should be that much of a caffeine addict as to drink the orange brew in the canteen!
    We choose Bru, how ’bout you? đŸ˜‰

  2. Am ashamed to say I had two cups of it! No Bru for me, thank you – wonly pure filter coffee South Indian ishtyle!

  3. You a Pratchett reader too? I love you even more! Read any other Fantasy fiction?

  4. I haven’t mentioned Pratchett till now? How did that happen?!

    Philip Pullman. I don’t know which I like more – him or Pratchett – I suppose they’re just for different moods, actually!

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