So. I'm worn out. Got to bed late again (but talking to
stronae was worth it!). Plus, no frappucino in the house, and no milk to make chai with. So. Sleepy little kitten of a 'song. So I remember, hey! I have a bar of dark espresso-infused chocolate in my purse! Bought that... hm, week before last? So. I get out the chocolate bar. Mmm. Very thick. (Yes. I like the thick ones. Stop giggling.) And I try to break it along the appropriate lines - and, demonstrating that it DOES NOT want to be broken in the manner, it protests by nearly ripping my poor thumbnails off.
OWIE.
*gnaws chocolate vindictively*
OWIE.
*gnaws chocolate vindictively*
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