I never finish the last sip of a beverage. From Coke to Pabst, water to coffee, I always leave a sacrificial tablespoon behind. I have never bothered to come up with a solid explanation for this rote. However my lack of an excuse causes witnesses of my last sip avoidance almost as much annoyance as the act itself. I am tired of being the recipient of raised eyebrows and loathsome glances just because my glass is barely empty. As I drink my second Coke of the day, I have decided on 3 possible solutions:

1. Start drinking the last sip. (duh)
2. Stop drinking... with the exception of champagne. Yummy.
3. Start a blog because they are perfect for public displays of pointless dribble and, in keeping one, I just might solve my Last Sip Mystery.

While I am especially fond of solution #2, I have decided on solution #3. So now I have a blog! For the record, blogs are extremely useful if you intend to shake the foundations of the media and politics with phony letters about Bush's military records. However I am not that clever so instead I will rattle on about last sips of sweat tea and my new life in San Francisco. During the course of my rants and raves about life in the Mission District and my quest for a perfect job, I just might find my life's glass becoming more full, down to the last drop.