Why is there never any chai?

[timeripple]

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.

Comments

[kayselkiemoon.livejournal.com]

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.

these last fourteen days have been glorious, with everything beginning to bud and bursting into flower.

I love all parts of spring. as soon as I start noticing it getting lighter in the mornings and evenings, it is springtime in Kateland and I'm out checking for crocuses and snowdrops and watching the birds come back. each week of March and April brings new changes, and I love them all. and the mud! I love spring mud. ^_^

[cadragongirl.livejournal.com]

it has been very springlike here as well - complete with april showers. we've had thunderstorms almost every other day for the past few weeks. hopefully my hay fever won't be acting up.

[satakieli.livejournal.com]

Why do you have to resign yourself to spring? I am somewhat unenlightened by your statement about warm and lifeless. Is it just the temperature? Temperature-wise, I do prefer winter, in sunny places like New Mexico. Here in cloudier clime, however, I cherish the spring simply for the presence of light, glorious light, as the winter is five solid months of grey cloudy muck.

Ah, Marathon Monday. How I miss thee.