"Why can't we harness that power, Stephen?"

[chaletian]

Dear Christ and all his goblins, how I despise mornings. Especially wintery mornings, when the idea of leaving one’s cozy little bed is insupportable. Having to drag myself into consciousness at ten to eight every day is a hideous task, for which I do not feel I am justly rewarded. Also, is there anything worse than attempting to have a shower in a freezing cold bathroom with pathetic hot water pressure and occasional icy bursts? I think not, my friends. O, mine is a sorry lot. Also, this morning I was scraping the bottom of the sandwich barrel. I have jam sandwiches which, even as I type, will be turning into pink mush in my bag. I did no baking at the weekend, and as much as I have the urge to break forth my creative kitchen talents when I get home, and produce some chocolate chip cookies and possibly even some species of cake, I know that this is unlikely to happen, on account of my well-documented aversion to Doing Things when it’s dark. Tea for tonight should be shepherd’s pie, but I used both the casserole dishes last night, and I’ll have to wash them first. How do we have about a dozen mixing bowls and only two casserole dishes? How, Englebert?

And the question which I think we must all face at this juncture of the morning is, could I be any more whingily pathetic? I think, on close examination of the facts as presented before the court, the answer is a resounding no.

Comments

[onbluebayou.livejournal.com]

Doing Things. How I hate Doing Things. I mean, I do Do Things, but I can't always be Doing Things, like my mum. She always has to Do Things. She can't even lie in on Sunday mornings, she has to get up and tile the kitchen or something. The freak. As far as I'm concerned, Sundays don't even have mornings.

[chaletian.livejournal.com]

LOL - my mother's the same. She's got this thing about ironing - I've never understood.

Sundays, surely, begin with the Hollyoaks omnibus and segue neatly into the afternoon? This is the way God created the world...