The coffee machine is making totally grody coffee so I had to buy a coffee.
Why is my life so hard all the time? Isn’t there something in the Magna Carta about being entitled to free and tasty coffee at work? It might be time for another revolution.
Also the spag bol I had for lunch tasted sort of weird, also also I am still in a weird bad mood. Obviously.
Maybe I will blame Cheryl Cole.