The biggest decision of my night is in front of my tea cupboard. (Yes, an entire cupboard. I have a problem, OK?) The back burner tasks are becoming front burner tasks, and the front burners are all full and simmering menacingly. If I reach for my blueberry zinger, I’m calling it a night; all my pressing issues become early morning Jessica’s problems. A green means I’ve got a bit more work to get done, but I’ll make it to bed at a good hour. Black teas and me have a stellar agreement. I don’t drink them unless I need to stay up forever and they sit happily in the back of my cupboard until I’m an all-nighter procrastinating catastrophe.
Tonight, the stack of assignments is becoming a metaphorical mountain, and its shadow is looming dark and gloomy over my teacup. There are three Earl Grey tea bags in there, ‘cause it’s going to be a night. Maybe I should just switch to coffee.
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