My name is Kablamo von Strüdelthumb and I come here from the year, 1987.
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I THOUGHT THE HOT CHOCOLATE WOULD SOOTH ME INTO SLUMBER!
THE WARMTH MADE ME FEEL ALL SNUGGLY AND SLEEPY LIKE I COULD PLACE MY HEAD ON THE PILLOW AND IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TO DRIFT OFF BUT MY HEAD BOX WON’T STOP CHATTERING AT ME!
I NEED TO BE UP IN FOUR HOURS DAMMIT!
I forgot that there’s no kitchen door anymore so I decided to take the machine out to the back room because it’s small and easy to transport.
Not worth it!
Although the sweetness level was ok, it wasn’t choclatey enough for my hot chocolate liking.
And I probably made enough noise in the process of transportation to wake somebody up anyway!
I crave the hot chocolate but the parents are sleeping and the only thing we have to make hot chocolate with is the unnecessarily noisy, excessively wastful Nescafé Dolce Gusto coffee machine that my step siblings got for my stepmum for Christmas because they thought it would be easy for her to use because they have no idea of the extent to which their mum has deteriorated.
Sorry … I’m not bitter about the fact that they avoid their mum as much as possible, I totally understand where they’re coming from, that it’s their way of coping and that it’s incredibly hard to see the woman who raised you so lovingly waste away like this, but, oh wait, yeah I am bitter about it. Kaye hasn’t been able to take in any new information like that for years now. She can barely even read anymore and she used to be one of the types who could get through a sizeable book in a day or two when she first had to retire. Yet the last time my stepsister was here, which was around two months ago, she was going through all her mum’s books to make sure she didn’t get her any she already had. I told her that Kaye can’t focus on reading anymore, but she insisted on getting something easy to read anyway. She doesn’t get it because she’s never around.
Anyway, enough grumbling, I’ve decided I’m going to fuck everything and make that hot chocolate behind some closed doors to drown out a bit of noise.