I just made a cup of Earl Grey at my office and when it was finished I perused it's slightly milky consistency.
With a flourish I then wastefully took an English Breakfast bag and just dipped it in there.
Dip dip dip. Dip dip dip. Until it was juuuuuust right.
And while grinning evil-y (a real word) to myself, I got a strong sense of pride and "sticking it to the man".
... I think I'm getting paid too little.
A weekend song:
A weekend song:
