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So, I just got finished emailing my mother to tell her that nothing at all new was happening in my life right now, and there was absolutely nothing to report, and that I’d tell her as soon as something interesting happens, but I haven’t emailed lately because there’s nothing to say, etc, etc…
Check out our cafe today:

That brown liquid in the container is rain water. You might ask, “How does rain water drip through the ceiling of a cafe on the ground floor of a four-or-five-story building?” Ask away.
The overhead lights are turned off for obvious safety reasons, and we have various light fixtures set up to make up for this. The register has also been moved out of harm’s way, as the water seems to be dripping from many different parts of the ceiling.
This was basically the perfect backdrop for a conversation with my roommate which I wouldn’t call an “argument” exactly, but definitely one of those roommate conversations that we’d both rather not have to have. In any case, both of us had much more important things to be doing than talking about tedious house stuff, so I’d say it amounted to an extremely annoying situation all-around.
Meanwhile, boss-lady Judy had a variety of reasons to be in a bad mood before she walked in the front door to her water-damaged cafe, so suffice to say the hate was bouncing around the room. Heidi and I tried cheering people up, but we’re not really very good at that. It doesn’t help that I’ve been having a bit of a black-mood streak myself lately.
Also, Heidi bought Jack Daniels instead of vodka. Tsk, tsk.
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