Paragraphs...4 to be exact.

I'm going to try this paragraph thing.

So yesterday I forgot my phone when I went to work in the morning. I thought I was being so good by getting up early for once and getting to work on time. Then when I went upstairs to get breakfast at our on-site cafe, I somehow lost my grip on my OJ and it hit the ground erupting like the magnificent geyser that it was. I should have known that the two combined equaled a bad omen for the day. I discovered seconds later that I had left my debit card, and my driver's license, at home. At this point I had my food, French toast and a hashbrown patty, so I was curselessly cursing my bad luck. It turned out okay though. Embarrassing as was the possibility of paying with quarters, the fact was that I had about 10 dollars worth of them in my locker. I explained my situation to the cashier, and to my surprise she told me just to go sit down and eat, and come back and pay later. I was surprised, but grateful. Of course, I eat there practically every day, so it's not like they wouldn't be able to track me down if I dined then ditched out on the bill.

I actually made my dad drive down with my phone and card later that morning. I needed both later that day in order to be able to have tea with friends. I never honestly enjoyed tea during the month and a half I spent in England (if you don't drink it black it's just flavored water. Heated flavored water), but we diligently had it almost every single day...Solely for the scones and clotted cream that came with it. I can think of no surer way to a heart attack than clotted cream. So good, but so bad for you. I'm pretty sure we all gained at least 10 pounds before we gave up tea time. Anyway, down town they have this little store called the British pantry, specializing in all things British, and they have a little tea corner. We had tea, and more importantly, I built up my waning supply of Hob Nobs and Kinder Buenos. I unfortunately picked up the bread with fish paste on it first, which I ever so impolitely then took out of my mouth and put on my plate when my throat muscles uncooperatively refused to swallow. Everything else was good though, although I was not so fond of the little pies that tasted like fig newtons. And I like fig newtons.

Today is less eventful. Yesterday I got in early and left early (at 2 in the afternoon). Today I slept in, and thus I can't go home for another 20 minutes. It doesn't really matter because I'm going to play some Ultimate, which is here in SL, and that's not till 6, so I'll just head to it straight from work. I took about an hour lunch break today though, so really I should be staying later than I am. I blame it on my friend who I'll call Sheidi, with the help of my other friend Shanne. I always take long lunch breaks when I'm with them. But talking to Sheidi I learned of a specialty grocery store on something like 17th East and 11th South that also has clotted cream. I think it may be less expensive, so I need to check it out.