That I have spent the majority of this afternoon washing, cleaning, wiping and refilling my ink pens would be a statement ost accurate because my hands are an odd hue of black and blue and most of my ink pens are back to being in perfect condition with the exception of my favourite pen.
The golden parker pen ist sadly working, in that the dropper or the ink suction of the pen isn't doing what it's supposed to and I don't know, I can't get it to write and it's upsetting me because this entire exercise was meant for that one pen to work so I could write with it.
Now I'm sad.
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Why do I feel like drinking coffee today?
I mean I've had my afternoon one and now just now, I've made another cup and I shall sip that whole I finish some recipe related work and then onwards and upwards as they say, or to the kitchen for dinner
