Something Short

I really hope we find Tori.
One of my Mom's birds went missing this morning. Somehow one of the doors on Tori's pen was pushed open. No one knows how...but he hasn't come home yet. I really miss him...he was such a sweet little bird.

Other than that,
I think everything is okay. Tori's disappearance isn't treating me (and everyone) very well.
But today was...normal, I guess. Or beyond what anyone else could call normal. Normal to me, I guess.
I saw Mr. Goat and Bambi a lot more today. I'm glad I get to feed and talk to them, even though they don't understand a word I'm saying. But who knows? Maybe they do.

Drawing
has seemed to come back a little. I've been trying to at least sketch something everyday. Seeing that I am getting over this illness (Poor Hay is catching it), I'll be able to go about my normal activities. I really want to drum...beating the shit out of something sounds like a delicious idea at the moment. I just want to drown myself out from this world.

I don't really have anything else to say, I think.