what's missing??

so the day started out well enough. i got enough sleep, my hair dried (for the most part) before i walked out of the house and onto the tram and then, disaster. starbucks, changing suppliers, failed to supply me with my morning bagel. yes. no. NO BAGEL. i had to make do with a blueberry muffin, totally the wrong substitute. and now, i sit about to create, to expound and i'm not sure i have the energy, the will to devise my masterpiece after this let-down. okay, so i've been reading a couple of articles, opinion fluff pieces in the GW which has left me with a taste for writing in this tone, but dear heavens, a frappacino and a bagel with cream cheese is all i ask for on a weekend morning. actually i'd give that up in heart beat if i could roll over in bed and kiss a certain boy good morning - but who am i to quibble? WHERE IS THAT BAGEL? thankfully the manager of the store was ahead of me in line and listened to my tale of woe (no, not the rolling over to kiss the boy story, but the loss of the bagel) and promised to move swiftly on procuring a new bagel supplier. i'm known here, i have standing, they know what i like, and i need the taste of a bagel at least one time on the weekend whilst writing. otherwise i'll overdose on sweetness. i need balance and muffins just don't make the cut. and no, i shall not suffer the loss in silence, it demands a call to arms. there had better be bagels by next weekend. or else...