UPDATE:
They say that with death comes new life.
DEATH... YES I SAID IT.
The Marquis has died. A few hours ago the engine started ripping itself up.
My current plan is to give it a proper funeral and bury it out in a field somewhere.
This is all in the future. I, for a week, must figure a way to get to work each day.
The situation has forced me to buy a decently expensive (but well within budget ;]) motorcycle soon.
BUT THERE IS GOOD NEWS!
I have adopted a new Ruchling.
A ridiculous little sugar glider is now living on my dresser.
His name is Nibbler, watching him fly around the room is entertaining enough to take up the entire day.
My room is now shared by:
Ruch:Human
Cain:Rat
Abel:Rat
Nibbler:Sugar-glider
DEATH... YES I SAID IT.
The Marquis has died. A few hours ago the engine started ripping itself up.
My current plan is to give it a proper funeral and bury it out in a field somewhere.
This is all in the future. I, for a week, must figure a way to get to work each day.
The situation has forced me to buy a decently expensive (but well within budget ;]) motorcycle soon.
BUT THERE IS GOOD NEWS!
I have adopted a new Ruchling.
A ridiculous little sugar glider is now living on my dresser.
His name is Nibbler, watching him fly around the room is entertaining enough to take up the entire day.
My room is now shared by:
Ruch:Human
Cain:Rat
Abel:Rat
Nibbler:Sugar-glider