2 posts tagged “bird”
I went. I worked. I left. I shopped. I bought (see right). I gamed. I watched. I talked. I blogged.
Hey... Check it out... Thunder. It's no longer quiet.
Maya: Do you know anything about what to do with a stranded baby raccoon? What it needs to eat? My mom found one where she lives and it seems to have bonded with her ... So far it likes soggy bread in milk.
Anyone. Any suggestions?
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Louie preened me... Then had some orange and left dried up little pulps all over me. Crazy bird!
This bird is more filled with love than almost any other I've had. When I pet him before I went up to my room, he ripped off and put a little orange pulp on my finger. Isn't that cool? Cool and maybe a little gross at the same time?
I learned today that NIN is the perfect music for me to listen to when I work. It drowns out my popular neighbor and her meetings, it makes me do a little shimmie, and it helps me power through the queue. I also listened to The Fratellis, Costello Music, which wasn't bad but I was too involved with work to fully focus on it. They're a fun band. I also have kidneythieves and the caesars on this disc, so... quite a bit of variety going on. I also keep the volume just low enough to -hear- visitors and mumbles. I hear it's alright to listen to music while, but I don't believe in pressing my luck by cranking it.
Work was good. I've come to embrace everything. Everything I've mentioned, everything that's a possibility. I'm there to process, get paid, and do well. Being that this is temp, as far as I know, I'm contemplating what steps I should take next. I've been too wound up in planning paychecks and payments out. I can breathe easier there. I used to be so horrible with money, now... I feel the opposite. I'm not by any means fearful of spending, I do, but I don't go apeshit and I am fully aware of implications and limits. Whoa. Being poor and losing touch with materialism, learning wants vs needs, does teach you life lessons. Duh.
I took a major spill yesterday getting out of the shower. I have a few bruises .. All over my right side and I'm even a little lumpy. You know those sliding door tub showers? That inch and a half metal guide at the bottom? That thing hurts much more than you can imagine. Sitting, taking stairs, walking, and resting my right hand are reminders that when I get a house of my own... I'm getting a fucking stall shower with grippy crap all over it. I just can't wait until the subdermal hematomas rear their nasty faces. While I think they're cool looking, the lack of comfort that comes with sucks.
Night.