Tragedy strikes

I was washing my dishes in my kitchen, as usual. And I was dancing to music through headphones as I did it, as usual. And I was little loopy since it was the middle of day and I had just woken up from a 20-minute nap, as usual.

I should have known that dancing to Beyonce while attached to a cord would be dangerous. I should have anticipated the cord getting caught on the lip of my French press. I should have reach out as I watched the glass container fall seemingly in slow motion to shatter on my concrete floor.

What’s a caffeine addict to do now?