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Today I got a text from the guy at school I'm sort of, just hanging around with and such and he was like "WTF, SNOW." Yep, so apparently it snowed this morning. It's just about as cold as a cyborg's ball's in Alaska and I love/hate/love it. I like being indoors in my fuzzy slippers when it's like this. I'm a comfort whore.

I started, a few days ago, to talk about the wood thrushes? Well, there's more to the story.

So I already mentioned that it was weird because I found a stone-dead wood thrush on the porch on Nov. 1st, and then a nearly-dead one in the exact same spot on the 2nd, right? What I haven't told yet is that on Nov. 3rd, there was another dead wood thrush in the exact same goddamn spot. Then on Nov. 4th, a live wood thrush standing at my door and on the 5th, another live one following me along the fence as I walked with the dogs.

WTF with the wood thrushes, why 2 dead and 1 half dead in the same exact spot, why the creepy staring with the little oil-spot eyes? And why haven't they migrated?

( This is Fox; he is still with me. )

He seems to get along fine with Dana, and though he is a little spazzy when I go to grab for him to give him meds or whatever, he's actually fairly tame, almost as if someone raised him. But the one that follows me around the yard seems tame, too. Man, I just don't know, and I don't know why dead ones were cast at my feet either, wtaf.

That's my little wood thrush drama. It's weird but it's cool, because it's reconnected me with birds and I somehow really needed that.

Else? School, I guess. I had mentioned that Bursar quit or whatever? Yeah, Registrar just quit, too. How is this even a school? I did begin my path paper though, finally. And by "begin" I mean "wrote the table of contents and outline." It's due in four weeks, wtf is wrong with me that I'm still putting it off?

I was off work this past weekend and it was supersweet. I seriously just did whatever I wanted, which obviously did not include any great deal of work on my path paper, but at least I gave it some thought and a start.

Saturday, I was minding The Boychild and we watched Harry Potter. He'd never seen it before and he was so funny with his questions. "Is that a bad guy? Is he gonna turn into a bad guy? When is the bad guy coming?" He only cares about the bad guys. When asked who his favorite is--in general--he's all, "DARTH MAUL." I'm like, "Boychild, who did you like in Harry Potter?" and he's, "DARTH MAUL." Too funny.

Then last night, Wonderful Glassworker bestie came over and there was pizza, ice cream, snacks, Inception, and insane conversation until late into the night/morning. Ahh, bestie. :D

Dunno about Kung Fu tomorrow; I might have too much homework (that I am also not doing today. I am so not an adult about this stiff, this trimester.) But if That Guy calls and he wants to go, then I'll go. I really need a cool code name for him if I'm going to mention him further. He's really nice and he found my lost earring. (Wish someone would find my lost bracelet, but I think it might be gone for good. I can't explain how upsetting that is to me. I feel like someone stole my name, or a piece of my mana.)

Today I might sit down with a bowl of fruit, a humidifier, my bathrobe, and RockNRolla. Adventure, ha, excitement! A Jedi craves not these things.

ETA: Sometimes my stupid ribs still really ache from being broken, but that was last year. Is that normal?

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Today I got a text from the guy at school I'm sort of, just hanging around with and such and he was like "WTF, SNOW." Yep, so apparently it snowed this morning. It's just about as cold as a cyborg's ball's in Alaska and I love/hate/love it. I like being indoors in my fuzzy slippers when it's like this. I'm a comfort whore.

I started, a few days ago, to talk about the wood thrushes? Well, there's more to the story.

So I already mentioned that it was weird because I found a stone-dead wood thrush on the porch on Nov. 1st, and then a nearly-dead one in the exact same spot on the 2nd, right? What I haven't told yet is that on Nov. 3rd, there was another dead wood thrush in the exact same goddamn spot. Then on Nov. 4th, a live wood thrush standing at my door and on the 5th, another live one following me along the fence as I walked with the dogs.

WTF with the wood thrushes, why 2 dead and 1 half dead in the same exact spot, why the creepy staring with the little oil-spot eyes? And why haven't they migrated?

( This is Fox; he is still with me. )

He seems to get along fine with Dana, and though he is a little spazzy when I go to grab for him to give him meds or whatever, he's actually fairly tame, almost as if someone raised him. But the one that follows me around the yard seems tame, too. Man, I just don't know, and I don't know why dead ones were cast at my feet either, wtaf.

That's my little wood thrush drama. It's weird but it's cool, because it's reconnected me with birds and I somehow really needed that.

Else? School, I guess. I had mentioned that Bursar quit or whatever? Yeah, Registrar just quit, too. How is this even a school? I did begin my path paper though, finally. And by "begin" I mean "wrote the table of contents and outline." It's due in four weeks, wtf is wrong with me that I'm still putting it off?

I was off work this past weekend and it was supersweet. I seriously just did whatever I wanted, which obviously did not include any great deal of work on my path paper, but at least I gave it some thought and a start.

Saturday, I was minding The Boychild and we watched Harry Potter. He'd never seen it before and he was so funny with his questions. "Is that a bad guy? Is he gonna turn into a bad guy? When is the bad guy coming?" He only cares about the bad guys. When asked who his favorite is--in general--he's all, "DARTH MAUL." I'm like, "Boychild, who did you like in Harry Potter?" and he's, "DARTH MAUL." Too funny.

Then last night, Wonderful Glassworker bestie came over and there was pizza, ice cream, snacks, Inception, and insane conversation until late into the night/morning. Ahh, bestie. :D

Dunno about Kung Fu tomorrow; I might have too much homework (that I am also not doing today. I am so not an adult about this stiff, this trimester.) But if That Guy calls and he wants to go, then I'll go. I really need a cool code name for him if I'm going to mention him further. He's really nice and he found my lost earring. (Wish someone would find my lost bracelet, but I think it might be gone for good. I can't explain how upsetting that is to me. I feel like someone stole my name, or a piece of my mana.)

Today I might sit down with a bowl of fruit, a humidifier, my bathrobe, and RockNRolla. Adventure, ha, excitement! A Jedi craves not these things.

ETA: Sometimes my stupid ribs still really ache from being broken, but that was last year. Is that normal?