3:30 is Tea Time

I have nothing to say, but for the sake of having a blog I will say:

I never really drank Tea, but lately, I have been sort of addicted to it.  Like a hippie to a volkswagon, I can not stay away.   Everyday at 3:30 (ISH) I go to the pantry in the hallway (who really calls them pantrys anymore) about 12 cubes away, sounds farther than it is, and I make a nice cup of tea, or at least I think it is nice, it could be the worst tea, but I am new to this whole tea club thing.  I start with sugar, I find that the sweet & lows' and other fake things, although nice and sweet, have these horrendous aftertastes (not a real word, but I bet everyone knows what it means (just like the word "aint")) then I put a splash of hot water, then I put the tea bag in, and I dont know why I waste that extra few minutes and just fill the cup with the hot water to right away but...then I fill it with the rest of the hot water, I get a second cup for the half & half so I do not have to make two trips to the pantry  (I am not a health consicous person and I find the creaminess of half & half really makes the tea better (at least I think we feel that way on this side of the Atlantic anyway) (as a side note, ever dunk an Oreo in Half & Half, the cream really adheres to the cookie and there is less hang time needed in the glass  holding the cookie in the milk with your two fingers and so therefore less chance of losing the lower 3/4th of the cookie into the glass) (back to you SonOf) and I let the tea steep for a while at my desk.

I know...who cares.

But I do this because I want to be more awake at home. 

I spent my night watching the syfy (I know who are they kidding) channel and I do not understand how all these people really believe they are hearing things like "I am George" in these old houses on the ghost catcher, tracer, finder, hunter, buster shows.  I hear stuff in my house all the time, I never stop and think oh man this could be an ecto-plasmic voiced orb apparition from another plane of existence.  I just finish my Pop-tart and go to bed. 

This blog stuff is not over yet, I admit I quit twitter quickly BUT that was because I  began to hate celebrities.