Grouch, Grouch, Grouch.

[aioli]

I don't know why I'm so annoyed, tonight. There's a hockey game on and my chosen team is winning (Carolina is up 3 to 1 over Detroit!); I'm going to dinner with Aunt Bessie; my cats are being silly and cute... Maybe it's the weather. Or the fact that I stayed up entirely too late last night, ate chocolate-chip cookies and then -tried- to go to sleep after a number of weeks of relatively caffiene-free living.

I need a keeper.