Yesterday, she broke. It’s true. Our beloved espresso machine’s cup-thingy shattered into a million little pieces, just like my heart as I watched the drama unfold. My roommate Deb just laughed at my literary drama but seriously I don’t know what to do. One day I’m writing about with excitement about the new journeys we would experience together, the next thing I know she’s disabled. It’s ok. I still love her and she will be fixed…as soon as we order the parts…

Hope everyone had a fantastic Labor Day. Peace.

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