Work-work-work.

The wee princess has a new castle; I went to PetSmart and bought her a proper cage, which she is presently exploring. She's finally investigating one of the toys I bought her. Mom is bringing a stand up tomorrow, so the whole shebang won't end up sitting on my living room table permanently.

Oh, she's come back to join me. I guess if she's okay just chilling on the shoulder, then I am, too. At some point I'll get her a little gymnasium to play on. She quite likes my electronics; in the picture on the left she's investigating the camera phone.

Yes, I'm one of those obnoxious pet owners that posts pics incessantly and prattles on about that darling thing she did. Dude, she's cute. She should be shared.

Instead of working, I'm following along with that mass animal die-off going on...thousands of birds, now fish? I'm a bit unnerved. Maybe more than a bit. The birds are described as having massive internal trauma -- so it's not a disease? That makes me feel better if it's not something transmissible, but....what would cause it? Who? Or is this the result of some sort of bio-weapon being released?

I should probably stop reading. I'm just freaking myself out.

Or is it all normal, and we now - thank you, Internet - have the ability to be informed about it all at once?

Hmm.

In other, less-apocalyptic news, Lindz has been released from the Pit of Despair. She made even more of an exit than I did; after our boss lacked the balls to be present for her dismissal, she paused in the horrible little room where they crammed all of us and said something along the lines of "I'm finally out of this shithole! Good luck, guys!"

I am now trying to clean before mother arrives tomorrow.

Easier said than done with a giant birdcage in the middle of everything...