Grumble. Grumble.

Grumble. Grumble.

They make an effort to give me more counterspace.

Grumble. Grumble.

Then it gets all cluttered up.

Grumble. Grumble.

Then I have to clean it before I start.

Grumble. Grumble.

At least things have straightened out here.

Grumble. Grumble.

I'm finding fewer things to bitch about.

Grumble. Grumble.

I guess I shouldn't be bitching.

Grumble. Grumble.

But I am.

Grumble. Grumble.

It's just in my nature, deal with it.

Grumble. Grumble.

Grumble. Grumble.

Grumble. Grumble.