Someone pissed me off real badly at work today. I don’t deal with anger very well. No I don’t get abusive or anything like that. I’m the sort who purses his lips together and blows air into the pockets of his cheeks, either until I physically explode or a comb of ulcers start to form on my stomach lining. Cigarettes help. Sometimes. Alcohol. Yeah, sometimes. Contemplating revenge. All the time.

Okay here goes. My life goes on display today. It is Tuesday, 8 in the morning, and I’m at the office.

I normally do not come into work this early. I’ve had a lot on my mind these past few days and it has made its way into my sleep realm. So rather than wrinkle my bedsheets any further, I decided to get out of bed to catch an early start.

On the way to work, I made my routine stop to the doughnut shop and got my usual – two sugar-twistee doughnuts, a small hazelnut coffee, and a napkin in case of any nasty car spills.

Because my car does not have a cup holder, I normally have to wedge my coffee between the driver’s seat and the door. As a precaution, I normally take a few sips of my coffee before entering my car to lower the danger of driving with coffee.

I swerved my way out of accidents with one hand and entertained my stomach with my other. After I finished my first doughnut, I took a sip of coffee. My coffee tasted sweet after my first doughtnut, which was not a good thing.

I’ve been trying to trick myself into reducing my sugar intake over the past couple of weeks. I’ve cut down quite a bit actually over the past one year. I used to drink my tall glass of ice tea with 24 packs of sugar and used to have to peel open 8 packs at a time if I didn’t want to spend my entire day opening sugar packets.

I’ve had this comment passed to me oh so many times, “Would you like some tea with your sugar?” A funny observation I’ve made is that the delivery of “Would you like some tea with your sugar?” is almost always accompanied by a smugness of being the inventor of a phrase that sadly has long become cliche to me.