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Born ugly

Steinbeck said it best. Some days are born ugly. On such mornings, I know there's no coffee decoction in my filter. Because I didn't pour hot water the previous night. Because I fought with the significant other and decided it's his turn to make it, so there! On such days, when I wake up I know the milk will boil over, no matter how often I check on it. I know I'll forget at some point and then hear the ominous whoosh as the white liquid pours forth like a mini geyser, bubbling and frothing, with that horrible burned-out aroma that's difficult to get rid of, never mind how hard you rub and wipe and clean. On such days, I hang around, not wanting to do my morning jump up-and-down routine, not wanting the endorphins to kick in and make me feel better. I want to hold on to my anger, my sense of self-pity. I want to eat all the oily, fried and sweet food I can find. To hell with my healthy living programme. Maybe I want the food guilt to add to my list of grievances. S...