womp
Wow, I am so bored. It's that kind of foul boredom where you're just so lethargically near-braindead that even just the idea of getting up and doing something is repulsive. As a result I have read my way through about a million books in the past week, which is my way of doing nothing. Except in the mornings, when I go and be the zoo's bitch. It can be surprisingly tedious to feed the same loop every morning. Feed coatis, dance hysterically around ducks spilling food on ground while white-naped cranes bear down on self with scythe-like beaks,
feed alpacas, hide behind them and wait for the vicious rhea to GO AWAY so I can feed it, feed red pandas, feed cruel-beaked keas which are weird and upsetting, feed neurotic serow, throw heaps of dog food to wolves, and say hello to my dear little wood rats. Pun. Har. Hmm. Reading that over, it may come across that I have a serious phobia of birds. I never thought about it.
feed alpacas, hide behind them and wait for the vicious rhea to GO AWAY so I can feed it, feed red pandas, feed cruel-beaked keas which are weird and upsetting, feed neurotic serow, throw heaps of dog food to wolves, and say hello to my dear little wood rats. Pun. Har. Hmm. Reading that over, it may come across that I have a serious phobia of birds. I never thought about it.