My coffeemaker has been sitting on my counter, empty and dry for months now. I quit coffee months ago. To take the caffeine out of my life and to prevent the stains on my teeth. I didn’t realize I was that vain. I don’t consider it bad. Better than when I used to brush my teeth everyday and…that was it. Now I take care of myself. 

I brewed a batch of hazlenut coffee. It is not as delicious as I expected. Perhaps because I put milk in it, to ease my transition. But I never thought milk was good in coffee. I always thought it ruined it. I’ll see how this goes. I might be retiring the coffemaker back to its spot on the counter. 

I have boxes in my apartment. For packing up my apartment and when I move to another dwelling in October. The problem is, I KNOW that as soon as a I pack something, say like…my coffeemaker? I’ll want a cup of coffee. Or I’ll pack that book. You know, that book. That I need to read because its sitting in the middle of a box of books. And I have a lot of freaking books. I may need to buy some more shelves for the new place. 

I’m coming to realize I never write anything meaningful here, only use it as a brain dump. But I pay for the domain, I think, because I really want a treebythesea.