So, the waffle machine in the cafeteria is my enemy.
Every day I go in for breakfast, swearing that I will have a waffle and some hot chocolate.
So I stare at it, and can't figure out how to work the damn thing without making a fool of myself.
But screw pride.
Tomorrow?
I'm making waffles.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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