Just sayin'

This hasn't much to do with the whole name inventory thing, but it's still a bit prevalent to the hot beverage bit.

I've got a stuffy nose.
Thus, I am a snuffaluffagus.
Which I don't mind.
The mucous block off my nasal cavity and I find the change in my voice fascinating.

But tonight, the psychology essay sitting in front of me on velocardiofacial syndrome and a mix of yuckies in my head has made my head feel a bit heavy.

But I made a mug of hot chocolate in my simplest and second favouritest mug ever (my first favouritest was given to me by my Mummy a long old time ago, and had sketches of Winnie-The-Pooh and Christopher Robin going up stairs on side, and down on the other. I was 17 when I was swinging it a little too carelessly in my joy of going home when Mummy and family had picked me up from boarding school after term a few years ago, and I bawled like nothing else. My second favouritest (the one I've got now) was also gien to me by Mummy Darling. It's just got dashed lines in some mundane colours. But Mum gave it to me for uni, and I love it. It makes me think of a pattern boring old men who have boundless knowledge might have on their mugs, or on their ties, and when I drink from it it's almost like I'm a bit smarter. Ridiculous, I know).

I think hot chocolate on wintery nights must have magical properties.
I've had my nose in a tub of Vicks VapoRub since I got back from my lecture this afternoon.
That, my hot chocolate in my second favouritest mug and a bit of Megan Washington playing in the background has given me a whole psychology introduction. :)

Now for the hard part...

... which I think calls for a refill.