words to the coffee-making wise: don't switch off in the middle of making my mocha. i had my back turned to the process of the making of my sunday morning treat, reading the paper. i turned around to notice that the girl who was constructing my life-giving beverage was conspicuously absent. another coffeeshop working guy walks up, seeing me look about curiously. he immediately starts pouring the frothed milk into my cup. i was mildly amused at the hand off, but was able to shrug it, grab my coffee and head out the door. i wasn't able to catch a sip of it until i was about 2 blocks away, driving and all. but after the first sip, i was startled to find out that something was terribly, terribly wrong…there was no coffee in my coffee! i like my mocha with quite a bit of chocolate in them, but…this was a mocha with no coffee! just frothed milk (that wasn't very warm!) and enough chocolate to choke a rhinoceros! seeing that i was already on my way in to work, i didn't really have time to go back and have them rectify this situation. rest assured that next time i'm in there, it will be mentioned…

snl was kinda lackluster last night. guy came over and we watched it. walken wasn't really "on," giving rather flat performances ("the continental" was way too long, with only the scenes where walken was making funny faces after being punched any good) throughout the night. the mango sketch was a total bomb, jimmy fallon blew all his skits (as usual), and weezer gave the flattest weezer performance ever, with the version of "island in the sun" with will ferrell playing maracas being the only saving grace. all in all it was a big yawn. so much for the season finale.

sitting at work, suffering from a serious lack of caffeine. this can't be good for me. i hope i don't die.