I woke up this morning and the first thought that came to my head was “Hrothgar”. Hrothgar. You know, the guy from Beowulf? So why is this cat in my head? I didn’t dream about him, s’far as I know. I read parts of Beowulf for senior English earlier this year. However, I did read the shortened version yesterday. Maybe that’s it.
This morning. Lord, I’m tired. “I Am the Walrus” by the Beatles is helping to improve my mood, though. I’m eating cold, leftover potato soup. I like my soups better after they’ve spent a night in the fridge. Vegetable soup is particularly good when cold.
I wandered downstairs because I thought I heard food (I didn’t; Mom was fixing coffee, not a meal) and saw a packet of 100 pipecleaners sitting on the back of the couch. I inquired as to what they were for and Mom said I could have them (some answer…). So I took them.
…Any ideas on what to do with 100 pipecleaners?
100 pipe cleaners ‘eh? Build a fuzzy golden gate bridge in miniature perhaps? Eiffel tower or deathstar?
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