Yesterday morning, too, I discovered that my favorite coffee cup (one I stole from my brother when I visited him in Alaska, that has a picture of an Aleutik on it in native clothing and has the mission statement of the pride on it, something like "Produce profit and benefit the tribe while preserving cultural heritage and pride") was chipped, and just on the part on the rim where my lip unavoidably touches it every time I go to drink coffee, if I pick up the mug with my right hand like I usually do.
Because I was hung over a bit, it felt like it fit the mood of the day.
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