Bert is weird
My cockatiel Bert is making some strange series of squeaks and screeches that I believe he thinks are a song. He will do this for hours unless I go nuts and make him stop. What a weird bird. Speaking of weird birds, my conure is napping in his favorite place right now, so I type one-handed while he snoozes comfortably in my other like a little popsicle. Other than these crazy animals, nothing much is going on here. I wont bitch in detail and go on about how my jaw hasnt functioned since Saturday, So I'm going to have to go see someone and I hate doctors cause they cost too fucking much. Oh well, its about time I had something done for my TMJ. Just not surgery please. Anyways, thats about it in Anne-land. I did get some great smelling hazelnut coffee beans last night that I'm dying to try out with my new cinnamon-vanilla creamer. Since I dont drink too much here, I depend utterly and wholly on coffee, and its not too bad. Ok, there is no substitute for liquor, but I am trying really hard to convince myself.