Bird escapes his cage, flew into the kitchen, flew full tilt into the extension window in a bid for freedom, smacked into it, dropped like a stone. He seems ok, shaken up, nasty cut on his cere, but no broken necks. As much as it's very hard to be fond of a monster who considers fingers to be The Enemy Of The State, I'm very shaken up myself. He wasn't even tweeting when I put on "Total Eclipse of the Heart", and he loves that song.
Getting used to the brown hair, and really liking it. It takes a bit more makeup than usual to make it work, because the eyebrows and eyelashes are light, but after I do put on the pencil, it looks great. Now I'm just afraid of having a shower in case all these glorious highlights wash out. It nearly has a black lowlight sheen to it. Very cool.
Sick of work. Very sick of work. I enjoy the discount, but I want a break.
Readin' Hominids (Sawyer), just finished "Trouble With Lichen" (Wyndham)
Listenin' to nothing
Thinkin' about breakfast cooking, and stupid work.
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