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Guh, what a way to start off 2006. Not with a hangover (yes, I'm ashamed to admit that I did have half a glass of red wine and a rum and coke) but with a cold. I don't feel horrible, exactly, I just feel a little tired and pissy. Mostly because I have a sore throat, and I hate having sore throats. I could just break my New Year's resolution and buy ice cream, but I don't like to think that I'd give in that easily. But there's just stuff that I want to get done, and trying to get things done while having a cold would be annoying. I want to go over to LCC and (hopefully) take the assessment tests tomorrow, but I want to do so at my mental and physical peak, and I don't want to disturb other test-takers by making gross phlegm-sounds when they're trying to concentrate. There is nothing more annoying in an otherwise silent room than the person who coughs or sniffles every five seconds. I also want to get my ass off the couch and start walking or running on a daily basis, but it ain't happening so far. I blame the house mold for this cold. It's a bad sign that nobody's done anything about getting the supplies to get the mold off the walls, while others are damn near political in their denial that there is mold at all. How can they not see it?! If those patches get any bigger, we should start charging it rent.
I'm also concerned that my rats will get sick from mold spores, but thankfully they're all looking healthy and eating well right now. In fact, they're little savages when it comes to food. Four rats, one food bowl. Ding ding! Let the madness begin. They'll literally slam their heads together (doesn't seem to hurt them), and shove their brothers' faces out of the way. They'll also horde and hide food in their green igloo, and they cracked me the hell up last night. One rat was sitting inside the igloo, while another was sitting in the opening. They're not terribly huge rats, but they're not dainty, either. I had music on, but I could swear I heard a series of annoyed squeaks when the one in the igloo tried to exit, only to find his borther's butt was blocking the exit, and said brother was concentrating on a bannana chip, and would not move. So the brother in the igloo put his head down and literally shoved his brother's butt until his hind end was in the air. And never, ever eat a peanut butter cup with a pet rat around. The little pirates will either beg pitifully, or just try to hijack the peanut butter cup if you come too close. And of course every pet rat owner knows what rats will do if you have the smell of a treat on your breath. And my boys don't stop with just putting their heads in one's mouth, either. Nearly all of a warm, squirmy, furry body will be in your mouth before you know it. Phuh!
I'm also concerned that my rats will get sick from mold spores, but thankfully they're all looking healthy and eating well right now. In fact, they're little savages when it comes to food. Four rats, one food bowl. Ding ding! Let the madness begin. They'll literally slam their heads together (doesn't seem to hurt them), and shove their brothers' faces out of the way. They'll also horde and hide food in their green igloo, and they cracked me the hell up last night. One rat was sitting inside the igloo, while another was sitting in the opening. They're not terribly huge rats, but they're not dainty, either. I had music on, but I could swear I heard a series of annoyed squeaks when the one in the igloo tried to exit, only to find his borther's butt was blocking the exit, and said brother was concentrating on a bannana chip, and would not move. So the brother in the igloo put his head down and literally shoved his brother's butt until his hind end was in the air. And never, ever eat a peanut butter cup with a pet rat around. The little pirates will either beg pitifully, or just try to hijack the peanut butter cup if you come too close. And of course every pet rat owner knows what rats will do if you have the smell of a treat on your breath. And my boys don't stop with just putting their heads in one's mouth, either. Nearly all of a warm, squirmy, furry body will be in your mouth before you know it. Phuh!