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It's so quiet here. I don't think I realized how much noise Bobby made until he wasn't here. When I'd put him to bed at night, he'd talk until I was almost crazy: "Bobby, it's bed time. Go to sleep." When he did finally go to sleep, he'd grind his beak (a happy bird noise) or make little cooing, sleepy noises. If I woke up in the middle of the ( Read more... )

I woke up thinking about Bobby. This has been pretty normal over the last several days. (Apparently Thursday night, after Quin fed me alcohol, I pulled one of my rare talking-in-my-sleep acts and was actually processing about Bobby while sleeping. This is rather disturbing to me. Not that I was processing, but that I don't remember it and have no ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in Quin's living room, listening to her and the kids make s'mores (there's much giggling ( Read more... )

I'm not sure where to start ( Read more... )

So... I've kind of been mourning Bobby da Bird. I don't even know if I SHOULD be mourning Bobby da Bird, mind you ( Read more... )

I was skimming through my flist (a sure way to be certain I won't update my LJ, since it's already past ten and I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD DINNER YET WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY DAY), when I saw that THE NEXT TEMERAIRE BOOK COMES OUT TOMORROW ( Read more... )

Well. I should update you on the weekend. :D ( Read more... )

I just bought 20 pounds of Kibbles and Bits. I'm horrified. Utterly and truly horrified ( Read more... )