Why is there never any chai?

No, really, why? How am I expected to get anything written without it? The best thing about writing is the chai. Iced chai is even better. I have things to write. Why must they take away my chai today?

It is not fair. I am sulky and cannot concentrate. WHERE IS MY CHAI, PEOPLE.

I spent Marathon Monday feeling just a bit nostalgic. My room has an A+ view of the proceedings down on Beacon Street. The Scream Tunnel is much better, of course. In a long-held tradition, I spent the afternoon in the library trying to work on a paper.

Also without chai, for the record. Epic fail.
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I resigned myself to spring last Friday. Now there are many pretty-flowered trees, but I think I like the new leaves best. How I hate earliest spring, when the air gets warm and still nothing green grows upon the earth! I am dazzled at the mere thought of foliage.

Why is there never any chai?

No, really, why? How am I expected to get anything written without it? The best thing about writing is the chai. Iced chai is even better. I have things to write. Why must they take away my chai today?

It is not fair. I am sulky and cannot concentrate. WHERE IS MY CHAI, PEOPLE.

I spent Marathon Monday feeling just a bit nostalgic. My room has an A+ view of the proceedings down on Beacon Street. The Scream Tunnel is much better, of course. In a long-held tradition, I spent the afternoon in the library trying to work on a paper.

Also without chai, for the record. Epic fail.
...

I resigned myself to spring last Friday. Now there are many pretty-flowered trees, but I think I like the new leaves best. How I hate earliest spring, when the air gets warm and still nothing green grows upon the earth! I am dazzled at the mere thought of foliage.