abandoned entry - apr. 18

Glanced at the clock at 11:11 (I've been doing that again and again). Soon after, a bird flew into our office. A cockatiel, panicked and lost, losing its feathers, frantically excited over human contact. The entire way home, it made sexy whistles at me through the perforated box. And now it sits in a borrowed cage on the floor of our living room; fate unknown.

Cough is gradually getting better. Always on hand, assembled together, an arsenal of antibiotics, Robitussin, Gatorade, water, and now zinc tablets (courtesy of my boss).