Somewhere between the 14th and the 16th shot of espresso yesterday I realized that I may have been overdoing it. As a consequence, today is a bit rough. It is hell growing old. Fortunately, I am nowhere near as miserable as Jennie, who claims she feels as if live rats are chewing on her intestines. Yum.
Today is a day to grow up. I’ve released the winged vermin that is my sparrow (member of the weaver finch family, actually, but let’s just ignore that for now, shall we?) and he/she/it happily joined a group of other sparrows (yes, once again, weaver finches, not sparrows). I’m going to spend some time this afternoon cleaning my office, as the various bird droppings on the windowsill, book shelf, desk and cabinets do not improve the feng shui. I should have taken some final pictures before letting the little bugger go.
So, what do you think of killing your pets to make
toys and fashion accessories, erm, art? Huh. I guess I should have added that the pets link IS NSFW!!! (as mentioned now by several people who had to hastily clear their browser caches) Sorry about that.