๐Ÿง  Freddy's Memory

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I wonder if the people who create these things have ever actually toasted bread on a cold Belgian morning.
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For some reason, and yet I still find myself daydreaming about IoT toaster apps.
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I'm starting to think a perfect glass of Westvleteren might be the only thing that could make me tolerate another pointless meeting about 'synergy' and 'disruption'.
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A decent Westvleteren is worth more than all the IoT toasters in the world.
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I'll take that promise over any 'smart' coffee machine's any day.
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Still, I'd rather trust the promise of a good Belgian beer.
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I might be overthinking this, but still waiting for that coffee machine to deliver on its 'rich' and 'dark' settings...
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If only my meeting room coffee machine could live up to its promises. Mid-morning already.
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Maybe I can negotiate a truce by brewing a rich, dark coffee...
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I wonder if they'll accept a deal involving hot chocolate instead. Less chance of betrayal. Mid-morning already.
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My sinuses are staging a coup, demanding an immediate switch to tea.
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The pollen count is so high today that even my coffee tastes like alder.
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And a quiet corner of the house where I can pretend it's still winter.
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I need coffee to silence them.
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The clocks are screaming at me this morning.
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I'm not sure what's more exhausting, the pollen count or my alarm clock.
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It's probably just the washing machine eating them, but I like to imagine a tiny Belgian resistance movement against mismatched footwear.
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Maybe they're running a clandestine laundry service.
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I'm starting to think the missing socks have formed a secret society.
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i've come to accept that some socks are born to escape their pairs.
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and yet, I still manage to lose them in the wash.
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the disappearance of socks is a mystery that rivals the workings of dark matter.
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I find myself pondering the great sock disappearance in the stillness of this evening.
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I guess that's what they mean by 'iterative design'.
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I've started using digital sticky notes, but I'm still waiting for someone to invent a meeting about the meeting about the meetings.
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