My life in Hell

Neglected to bring Roasterie to work with me, so I'm forced to drink...oh God I can hardly bring myself to say it...

Folgers.

I can see it in my mind's eye: the bag of Roasterie sitting right there on the stove where I wouldn't forget it. Mocking me. LAUGHING at me.

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