abandoned entry - apr. 18

[lastweek]

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).

Comments

[kieu.livejournal.com]

Cute little bird! Is his fate known yet?

[theonlyfactor.livejournal.com]

11:11 is less ominous than 11:45. That's when I always look at the clock. Everything sucks