Apparently, my bird died.
Three weeks ago.
I feel kind of sad... I didn't even like that bird, but all those death threats? I didn't actually mean
any of them. Like I was going to actually kill it and cook it-- I can't even boil an egg! Guess I just thought that he'd be there forever, with his incessant chirping and tendancy to fly to the stove whenever we let him out of his cage (hence the cooking comment). Oh well.
Well-- I guess I really am going to miss the annoying little bugger. Hope you're in birdy heaven, Spanky... or whatever we called you... insensitive, I know.
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Kevin MacLeod - Ghost Professional