I'm writing in to say that my coffee machine just broke down. And I'm nearly sobbing.

You know when you wake up in the morning and go get your coffee cup, lalalalala, and then go to the coffee machine and press the button and then it starts spitting at you like it's angry and you end up with coffee stains on your favourite sweater?

Because that's what happened right now. 

BUT COME ON, COFFEE MACHINE

HOW COULD YOU RUIN THIS BEAUTIFUL SWEATER

So now it's 10 AM in the morning and I still haven't got my caffeine. And guess what? Liv won't let me walk seven miles in the snow to go to Starbucks. Something about being "unsafe" or me being "a loony." If you ask me, getting a frostbite for coffee is worth it.

Unfortunately, though, I'll probably end up in the hospital after five minutes of being exposed to -5 weather (that's 23 degrees Fahrenheit for all the Americans out there). So that option's ruled out.

Fun.

But there is one solution, according to a saying of mine: "When life lets you down, relax with a cup of Ovaltine." So I guess I'm doing that.

Oh well, no caffeine for the rest of the day (I'm gonna go nuts). 

Also, on another note, I really need to get a snowball machine and a new creepy garden gnome.