i am very jealous of the free time you all have been having.
i am also tired of having to identify with all the white people on television.
at least last year my words were full of a light laziness.
now i snap like a turtle at little things.
i am grossing myself out looking at the inside of my tank at my little beak, my little beady eyes. then i forget because it is mealtime. master feeds me a small white mouse, which i rip in half ritualistically. i say a little prayer and then when i open my eyes the upper half of the mouse is already trying to swim away to the surface.
