It’s rainy here still. The story I was going to tell about a dead mouse in a vase, doesn’t seem all that interesting to me anymore. But maybe it is and I’m just letting the overcast morning settle too much in my brain. Who knows what this day will hold?

I would like to order room service up to my bedroom right now. I’m pretty sure that this is not an option.

I have trained by years of exchanges like these:

Ma: Do you want some cereal for breakfast?
Me: Sure.
Ma: Well go get it then.

Although to be fair, there was hot water boiling for tea when I came downstairs yesterday and I was the only one drinking tea.