So my parents have recently decided that our ’90s-tastic kitchen needed remodeling. I was informed of this decision, coupled by this frightening sight when I woke up just days later. Shockingly my morning routine has been shot to Hell and for those of you who know me, this is trouble. I struggle to make coffee for myself, partly because the contents of my kitchen are scattered about a spare room, and partly because the kitchen sink is in a room that has weird men working on it, as of lately the weird man working in it is my father, however, when my father is stressed he does get a little weird.. don’t we all though? Any how due to this mildly surprising remodel I am often feeling the urge to go to Starbucks or Tim’s for my coffee fix, again for those of you who don’t know me, I am currently not working due to some recent medical problems. SO in conclusion, I am struggling lately like a typical white suburbia girl does without the means to get coffee in my system everyday, meaning yes it it the end of the world in my eyes.