At about 11:54am Patch thinks "mm, a milo with coffee is just the thing i need."
Walking back to his room at 11:55am, he thinks "gosh it would be morbidly amusing in a way if i spilt this thing all over my computer and killed my paper. Then i could say i spilt milo-coffee on it... or was it coffee-milo?"
At about 11:56am Patch is happily making his first hot milo in 3 months with his faithful toothbrush-holding, beverage-containing le zebra cup. He puts the cup on the cluttered too-small table far away from the computer.
At about 11:58am the cup has taken a great fall and is now on the brown floor, making the brown browner with its brown blood life-essence.
The first thought of course is: "shit."
The 2nd thought: "Damn i won't get to drink that coffeemilo which i want so much."
Then "Damn i probably won't EVER get to drink coffeemilo here."
And then "well at least i won't have to worry about bringing that cup back to chicago"
"I should take a picture."
"Damn where am i going to get a cup big enough for me to finish up the remaining milo i brought over?"
in postscript he is considering using the peanut butter jar over on the table once it's finished (1 serving left) so he can finally drink the milo he brought from chicago (4... no wait, 3 packets out of 10 left)...... desperate times, desperate measures.
Oh and in other news I saw Zidane's last home game yesterday, live, at the Stade de France. It was kinda boring.
Also in post-postscript, I realise that my brain is no longer fast enough to have "ohshit" moments after i knock things off tables, as it once was when i chose my falling_glass nick many years ago to reflect that precise ohshit moment. Maybe. This needs to be empirically tested.
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