Tea-time and soulsearching

I now have a steaming cup of Earl Grey before me, Earl Grey with a drop of milk and a dash of sugar. Fine brown liquid in a greenish cup with white squares.
"Alice, tea-time!" Reminds me of Britain, and Alice in Wonderland.
Should of course be devoured on a Sunday, right around 4 o'clock, not on a Tuesday, around 8 o'clock. The long dark teatime of the soul, accompanied by a good book, the silence that only such times offer, and a good cup of Earl Grey. Worthy not only Douglas Adams, but Arthur Dent, the Mad Hatter and perhaps even Marvin.
Sadly, my dash of sugar was not perfect, and my divine liquid still carries in it's blossoming body a hint of bitterness.

Alas, there the cup is empty, and I have reached rock bottom. Both of tea and soulsearching for tonight.

Tea-time and soulsearching

I now have a steaming cup of Earl Grey before me, Earl Grey with a drop of milk and a dash of sugar. Fine brown liquid in a greenish cup with white squares.
"Alice, tea-time!" Reminds me of Britain, and Alice in Wonderland.
Should of course be devoured on a Sunday, right around 4 o'clock, not on a Tuesday, around 8 o'clock. The long dark teatime of the soul, accompanied by a good book, the silence that only such times offer, and a good cup of Earl Grey. Worthy not only Douglas Adams, but Arthur Dent, the Mad Hatter and perhaps even Marvin.
Sadly, my dash of sugar was not perfect, and my divine liquid still carries in it's blossoming body a hint of bitterness.

Alas, there the cup is empty, and I have reached rock bottom. Both of tea and soulsearching for tonight.