steam freakout

every morning, i like to start my day with a cup of tea or coffee. today, while the tea was steeping, there was SO MUCH steam. it was crazy. i couldn't believe it! like, there's supposed to be steam. that happens. obviously. but today it was like there was a smoke bomb in there or something. it was insane.

sometimes, i tell really dumb stories. like this one. i'm glad i blogged it. because reading it now makes me realize this a story not worth telling. if i hadn't learned my lesson this morning, there is a good chance that later today I would tell this story to a friend and they would be like, "then what happened? did it burn you? was it so hot that the mug shattered? was there actually a smoke bomb in there?" and i would have to be like, "no. that's the whole story. there was just way more steam than i usually notice." and they would say something like, "that's not something people tell other people, nic. that's not noteworthy." and i would say, "but it made a big impression on my morning. so much so that i ran to my bedroom to grab my camera to get photographic evidence of the insane amount of steam." and then they would ask to see the photos and i would show them and they would say, "that's not that much steam." and i would say, "well, you had to be there." and they would say, "well, i wasn't there. and even if i was, i wouldn't give a shit. you know why? because it's steam. it's what happens when you put boiling water into a cup in a really cold apartment. so shut up about it."

i need to get some new friends.