Me: *realizes I have never spent ten sustained seconds not vibrating wildly*
My barista, just now: I know the face of every person that walks into this cafe and orders *tea*.
In the last year I have been hearing about Gene Wolfe and M John Harrison, both of him were prolific for decades and who never flitted across my radar. How?
Me: Ye-es. You can have your coffee in... in my favorite mug.
Them: Mmm. Thank you! This is delicious. Do you have cream, though?
Me: No you're doing it wrong. Stop that. She doesn't like her handle touched.
Me: Okay, MOM. Calm down, I'll be fine.
Me, later: shit i forgot sunscreen
*scans horizon*
Hellooooooo...?
The steaming chemistry between Jess and Nigel on that show is legendary. The way she was flighty but lovable and he was stoic and drank various teas from delicate china.
Stiffens my upper lip to think about it.
Shit, I gave away the end.
Box turtles can live over 50 years.