I don't know how to clean the mouse cage as They opt to jump up and crawl across the lid. their startle reaction is enough to contain them enough to feed them but I don't have another container to transfer them to in order to keep them from escaping. If there is anything hitler can do is to persecute mice. She can't play, she can't interact in a healthy manner, she can't NOT vomit on things that are important. She just sleeps and eats, then vomits her special food that she needs so she doesn't get crystals. Which would not allow her to urinate and cause large vet bills because she damaged and insane. There was no point to me saving these little things and giving them a second chance if they just get abused by this jack ass. 
Supposedly my sister is not happy with me because I conjectured that she was actually pregnant with a litter but the child she birthed was alone because he ate all the others that were in the womb. I previously conjectured that it ate bugs. That was not taken well either. It is ok, as since the birth of the first one she has been even more intolerably ridiculous than she was before. She has also made it clear that she is fully aware what an obnoxious jerk she is and that she is so purposefully. That is why I can't stand her 99% of the time and have no problem with punching her in the face at any random time. To bad it is mostly at times that we are at family functions which I don't really know why I go to. Regardless I can't pop that horrendous bastard with my father or mother around because then they will fuss and I will have to smack them around too. At least they are useful to me. At least the prime nephew causes her a lot of trouble. He is a sadistic evil genius and all that he makes her suffer is good.
If I have the air conditioning on, then I ache all over feeling like I am made of shattering glass, twisting rope. It is like every tissue I am composed of is being crushed and twisted simultaneously. If I do not have it on then it feels like every layer is inflamed, every increasingly hypersensitive. Like in the shower when I can feel each drop of water traveling down my body and it feels like burning razor blades.
All week I woke up tired and fell asleep tired. I've been shaking the whole time. Stressed for work related reasons. People never fail to prove that if you try to treat them as mature intelligent adults you might as well be speaking in some 10,000 year old dead language. If you treat and talk to them like they are children the pick up on it real quick and seem to be of the impression that you are treating them as intelligent mature adults. You talk to them in a clear precise intelligent manner to communicate complete thoughts or things that really matter they look at you and treat you like an imbecile. You talk to them in a manner akin to a third grade teacher explaining sesame street science concepts and what an intelligent insightful chap you are. This is why when I am at work I am never actually thinking about what I am doing. The utterly ridiculous thing people will actually believe and take as fact. It is like the only things people know are what they were taught when they were six and never corrected the data. Oh the trauma when you learn santa isn't real.
on a brighter note my co best friend will be visiting me this coming weekend on her way to get a hip surgery to finally correct the pain that has been killing her for years because you don't actually need to be very smart to get a medical degree. It's a nice myth though. At least I can finally be face to face with her and give her the sheep I bought her. We are supposed to go on an adventure of some sort. There are very few people I would go out in public and do things with. You have to be extremely special to make me want to be around you at all let alone go do things.
Supposedly my sister is not happy with me because I conjectured that she was actually pregnant with a litter but the child she birthed was alone because he ate all the others that were in the womb. I previously conjectured that it ate bugs. That was not taken well either. It is ok, as since the birth of the first one she has been even more intolerably ridiculous than she was before. She has also made it clear that she is fully aware what an obnoxious jerk she is and that she is so purposefully. That is why I can't stand her 99% of the time and have no problem with punching her in the face at any random time. To bad it is mostly at times that we are at family functions which I don't really know why I go to. Regardless I can't pop that horrendous bastard with my father or mother around because then they will fuss and I will have to smack them around too. At least they are useful to me. At least the prime nephew causes her a lot of trouble. He is a sadistic evil genius and all that he makes her suffer is good.
If I have the air conditioning on, then I ache all over feeling like I am made of shattering glass, twisting rope. It is like every tissue I am composed of is being crushed and twisted simultaneously. If I do not have it on then it feels like every layer is inflamed, every increasingly hypersensitive. Like in the shower when I can feel each drop of water traveling down my body and it feels like burning razor blades.
All week I woke up tired and fell asleep tired. I've been shaking the whole time. Stressed for work related reasons. People never fail to prove that if you try to treat them as mature intelligent adults you might as well be speaking in some 10,000 year old dead language. If you treat and talk to them like they are children the pick up on it real quick and seem to be of the impression that you are treating them as intelligent mature adults. You talk to them in a clear precise intelligent manner to communicate complete thoughts or things that really matter they look at you and treat you like an imbecile. You talk to them in a manner akin to a third grade teacher explaining sesame street science concepts and what an intelligent insightful chap you are. This is why when I am at work I am never actually thinking about what I am doing. The utterly ridiculous thing people will actually believe and take as fact. It is like the only things people know are what they were taught when they were six and never corrected the data. Oh the trauma when you learn santa isn't real.
on a brighter note my co best friend will be visiting me this coming weekend on her way to get a hip surgery to finally correct the pain that has been killing her for years because you don't actually need to be very smart to get a medical degree. It's a nice myth though. At least I can finally be face to face with her and give her the sheep I bought her. We are supposed to go on an adventure of some sort. There are very few people I would go out in public and do things with. You have to be extremely special to make me want to be around you at all let alone go do things.
gelth:
Your mice defy gravity. That's pretty nifty 
