Situation

The writer is working on her notebook (borrowed notebook). No coffee getting cold. She has sipped warm milk, and nowadays she sips milk slightly away from her desk, lest the white fluid spill all over her desk and specially harm her notebook.

Hmm, the situation is lovely. Finally the plot has thickened. The end has lots of activity. Now, as a writer she broods over the situation with intense contemplation.

half written Dialogs:

white Mouse1 : I am hungry.
white Mouse 2 : It is Monday stupid. Vid doesnt eat biscuits in her bedroom, and the Pringles kaa dibba is empty. Wait till morning.

white mouse1: :O are we in vid's room. I thought Vid hates mouses.
white mouse2: are you mad types. Vid is a dudette. she just hates the wriggle of our tails...well she hates our tails, given our species had a bad shady character in Harrry Potter III, she is sligtly wary of us.

white mouse1: but two mice in her room. it is scary.
white mouse2: who said it is vid's room.
white mouse 1: ??
white mouse 2: vid is in a trap and so are we.... the same trap...

hmm... dialogs end...

what is a trap? trap is not having anything intersting to blog about. Having to read annie's crazy blogs, waking up in the middle of the night...and feeling completely woken up.
who says you need to make sense every time.... I dont make sense now, so ??? (what's new...annie must quip here he he)