Meow.
The birds are sacrificing themselves to Thurston. One killed itself against our windows last night. We disposed of the body (much to Thurston's horror as she wanted to gnaw on it and beat it about as she rightfully should have been able to had we not thought the newly deceased poultry was more than likely diseased and not right in the head. One bird did a fly-by this morning, screaching the entire way and swooping down low enough for Thurston to nab the whitless entree. Happily, we did not have to deal with more carnage. I think they're having a meeting right now to determine who would be best suited for the next sacrafice.
It's Bradley's birthday. (Yea Bradley!) We should go out and celebrate accordingly. Plus as we all know, nothing is better suited for a person just getting over a sickness than the germ killing power of alcohol.
I'm going to go get some breakfast as I'm up this early after sleeping 11 hours and I understand that Whole Foods still has decent breakfast food at this hour.
It's Bradley's birthday. (Yea Bradley!) We should go out and celebrate accordingly. Plus as we all know, nothing is better suited for a person just getting over a sickness than the germ killing power of alcohol.
I'm going to go get some breakfast as I'm up this early after sleeping 11 hours and I understand that Whole Foods still has decent breakfast food at this hour.