Enough is enough.

I should really just devote this blog to my encounters with rodents. Seriously, I feel like every week I'm posting something about some disgusting mouse or rat doing something beyond my comprehension.

Every morning I drink a cup of tea. Mostly to wake up, but also because I hear green tea is good for you. I obviously haven't seen any of the benefits (see my previous post about my eczema) but since I don't go to church I need to have faith in something. Plus I like the ritual. For a guy like me that does a lot of sitting around and complaining, I need something to keep me grounded. 

Why me?

So what does this mean? A big log of shit in my tea cup. Can't I have just one thing in this world? Who am I hurting by drinking a cup of tea in the morning? I noticed this piece of shit about 10 minutes ago (it's 11:20pm) and so now I'm wondering if I drank my morning tea with a piece of shit in it or if some mouse has brought psychological warfare to this ongoing confrontation. I would like to think that my slanty eyes would have picked up on it this morning but when you're as bitter as I am, the only thing you see in the morning is red. 

Just how and when did this little shit do this?

"_______ isn't really my cup of tea. Because I don't like big logs of shit in my tea." It's an overused but still funny joke. And that joke that you're laughing at, just so happens to be my life. Sigh.