Urgh

Double dose of gross. (Read on at your peril.)

1. It's that time of the month. Bleah. I am very much crampy and icky and bleeding.

2. I'm feeding Anthony right now, and his mouse is, er... it's nasty. I feel sorry for him. I'm starting to seriously consider buying on line in bulk shortly, because the Petco mice are disgusting. Firstly, they reek of mouse poop/urine/whatever. So they're almost certainly raised in inhumane conditions, to smell that bad. And secondly, they're very bloody. As in whever means they used to kill them probably also wasn't humane, because things killed quickly don't bleed much, and anyhow gassing and most other good methods don't cause bleeding at all. And that's gross too. Ugh. I feel sorry for the poor snake, and also for the poor mouse. I don't mind the thought of mice getting killed for snake food, I eat meat myself, but I sure don't like the thought that they probably died more painfully than they should have.

So it's time to shop around and see what kind of online deals I can find for frozen mice. Anthony should be on adult mice for quite some time now, so I can get a fair number and not have too many.

Nrghl

I have this deep, or at least sort of philosophical, or something, post I want to write. I've had a little note sitting here for the past three days now, so I remember to write it. It's something that I think will come out interesting, and be a good read, but I just cannot muster the energy to actually engage my brain right now. I am blah all over. Meh. I want to just blow off all my work today and go play Diablo, but I really can't. *oozes angst all over*