My day did not start in a good way. I couldn't find my favorite coffee cup. In the mornings, I like a certain cup. Period. My whole day can be ruined by not having that certain cup. This goes back to my childhood. No one should sit in MY chair at the
table. I really got upset , if someone did. I guess I haven't outgrown that, although, I don't care about the chair any more. But a coffee cup is so personal. It's my Starbuck's cup. It means so much to me. Maybe it is because I used to stop at Starbuck's
every morning before I went to work. It's a symbol of my professionalism. Then I ruin it by having a tantrum when someone else uses it. This morning, it wasn't in the dishwasher. It wasn't next to my desk . It wasn't left forgotten in the living room, next
to where I was reading. I took a substitute cup. The coffee didn't taste as good. Then Bob found it. I overlooked it . I'm still not in a good mood. I better drink more coffee.