This morning, half asleep, I prepared my standard pick-me-ups: a cup of coffee and a glass of diet coke. But the glasses are all dirty, so I get out two mugs. As the coffee brews, I pour a mug of diet coke over crackling ice, then when done, I bring both mugs to the counter. To finish the coffee, I grab some milk from the fridge.
This is when my brain breaks.
With the milk in hand, I stare at the two mugs. "Don't pour it into the coke", I say to myself, straining the importance of focus during the next step. "The coffee is in the wide mug on the left, the coke is in the tall mug on the right. The milk goes in the left mug".
I stare intensly at both mugs. Did I get that right? Let me double check: The left mug is a deep, flat black. The right mug fizzles with bubbles, ice gently tapping the sides. Ah, perfect, I got it right. I go to pour the milk.
I pour the milk into the right mug.
Fuck.
This is gonna be a fun day.
