Am grumpy tired, at the point of fidgeting and fighting with myself. Can't seem to sit still and clothes have become uncomfortable itchy things, sitting neither here nor there and are slowly accumulating in a pile at my feet. Had a long frustrating day where nothing seemed to go right. The kind of day where you just want to tell the world to go hell in a handbag and take the tea cozy with it. Can't fully think beyond these 5 little thoughts; tea, couch, Hugin, snuggle, sleep. Hugin has just gotten up to put the kettle on for tea, but refuses to go beyond dropping the tea bag into mug. Something about putting stuff in it, quantities and well stuff. Now he's muttering something that seems to include the words; Munin, stubborn, and couch. Dizzy. Think will go see couch now.
Why don't you go help these nice ladies out, hurry there isn't much time left.
[I would like to state for the record that being something of a perfectionist and wanting to make Munin happy that I did not want to misproportion the tea. There, said it. - Hugin]
Posted by munin at November 15, 2002 11:23 PM