The kitchen and living room are a mess.

As usual, I barely slept last night and went to work with just 3.5 hours of rest.  It was the perfect day-- sunny, warm but not hot, and beautiful clouds.  I wanted to sit at an outdoor bar and drink something delicious.  Instead, I went home and promptly washed my car.  It seems strange, it's just a seriously productive case of procrastination.

Car washing is no joke!  There's a reason why we pay good money for someone else to wash our cars for us-- it's strenuous, messy, and a chore.  After I was done, I was starving but too tired to make food.  Yet I didn't want to eat a frozen dinner or ramen either.

I made a quick dish of pasta with pepper, parmesan, and peas-- something I learned from my cousin (although mine came out nowhere as scrumptious as hers did).

It was tasty, leaving me in a good mood, so I wanted the rare after-dinner coffee.  But I got too adventurous.  I brought out the espresso maker that has not been touched since I broke the decanter before it was ever used.

sad espresso machine sitting in the corner

Yes, that's my living room floor.  Unfortunately (fortunately?) the cord is short as to prevent any accidents, so... there it is.  What followed was a ridiculous process of guessing how this machine operates.  10 minutes after plugging it in, I decided to download the manual and discovered that water is needed to produce steam (obviously..).  Then stupidly, I touched the machine, burning my hand.  The milk exploded a bit.  Things got dirty.

But I was left with this frothy milk atop of my coffee!

I'm really unhappy with these photos today, but what can you do...

After all this, I better get more sleep tonight!