I just spilt milk. And mean that literally... maybe metaphorically, but for now, just literally. Am not crying about it... but don't want to do anything about it really. I sat for a split second watching the milk seep into the carpet... just watched the white disappear into the maroon carpet. Felt like one of those art flick movie moments, where it's all supposed to mean something- perhaps a precursor to a huge climax or some symbolic allegory.
But something in me made me get up for a towel to wipe it all up.