I Have Something to Say
I'm sick to death of losing things. Really genuinely, but not literally, pissed off with myself. Know what I've lost now? A needle. Luckily it's threaded so it ought to be slightly easier to find. But it isn't on top of my head like my keys. Or dangling from a lampshade like my specs.
The Lord and master reasoned that I'm not likely to have put it anywhere dangerous, am I, but I'm scared to sit down
The Lord and master reasoned that I'm not likely to have put it anywhere dangerous, am I, but I'm scared to sit down