Chatting
Morning everyone. Apologies for not posting the rest of my concert reporty thing, I shall get to it later. Currently I'm hiding on my computer 'cos we have chicks downstairs, fluffy yellow peeping things. They were too touch and go to leave with mum so we brought them home and, damn, those little buggers are loud. I'm a floor up, am playing music and the door's closed and I can still hear them. Plus I ws up 3 times in the night with the dog who had apparently eaten something that didn't agree. *sigh* So much for rested.
While I'm here, has anyone seen my words? I appear to have misplaced them. I started this kinda odd RPS'y type thing and, rereading it, I'm thinking, now what? I have no words. Bugger. I so hate this. It's not my muse, she's as healthy as a healthy thing and chucking ideas my way, it's the word thing. I can't work out how to express myself.
Oh, well.
While I'm here, has anyone seen my words? I appear to have misplaced them. I started this kinda odd RPS'y type thing and, rereading it, I'm thinking, now what? I have no words. Bugger. I so hate this. It's not my muse, she's as healthy as a healthy thing and chucking ideas my way, it's the word thing. I can't work out how to express myself.
Oh, well.