tea.

i'm not sure what i want to write this evening.

i thought i might find inspiration in a cup of rooibos but all that is doing is telling my body that i need sleep.

come to think of it, i could write a whole blog post on how much i love tea. but i won't. although, it is good to know that when i am in dire need of something to blog about, there will always be hope within the teacup.

so for now: nothing of inspiration is creeping into my currently dull mind so i cannot leave you with anything to cogitate about.

perhaps i will just stick to ceylon.