Not that last year was bad, but I'm looking forward to a more productive year. So far it's pretty blah. Or at least I'm blah. Not depressed, not sick. Not happy, just blah. No energy, or desire to do much of anything but sleep.
Doesn't help that family is sort of driving me crazy, and work... Read More
All too often, I think that many forget to appreciate having ones own space - whether it be a place that they go to relax and reflect, or whether is just be a small space away from others. It's weird how such a space makes one feel. After many many many (way more than I'd like to admit) years, I finally have a small space... Read More
Working on Christmas makes it not really feel like Christmas. Martin, one of the island flying foxes fell over night and landed on his face/nose. I dealt with a bloody bat all morning. Then one of the Amazon milky tree frogs didn't make it through its procedure, so we pulled it out of medical holding, dead. After the bloody bat. Good thing it was a... Read More
I found black wrapping paper with white snow flakes... I'm so fucking juiced. I also got black gift bags with glittery snowmen. It's little things that excite me.
My mom made me buy skinny jeans. She's trying to turn me into her own little Tyra Banks runway whore. Not sure I like them. Pictures later I suppose.
I'm baking and drinking now. Not sure if... Read More
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known - I only wish that some would shut the fuck up and realize this instead of running off to save the world, or things that don't want or need to be saved.... Read More
We have six Aldabra tortoises at the zoo - three males, and three females. For the purpose of breeding, the males are separated from the females, and during breeding season, Gus, the dominant male is given access to the females. We are passed that time of year, so now they are all on separate sides of the exhibit... or until yesterday, were.
(well except when the die from cancer of course)
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