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[08 Jun 2008|06:42pm] |
Friday equaled terrible. Friday equaled i don't want to remember.
last night was pretty good though. from what i can remember.
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| A bird died in my hands today |
[08 Jun 2008|08:35pm] |
i went outside for my break a little earlier, squatting under the EUC connector like always, when i hear this "thonk" and a bird falls to the ground. I think it's dead, and for a moment i have this "should i finish this? or should i go check on it?"
then a slight shame - no, not even, really. must've been the drugs. i got up to go check on it. it's laying there, opening and closing it's beak like it's trying to say something. i'm unsure of what to do. should i put it out of its misery? take it somewhere? where? call someone? who? a vet? where's Emily when you need her? and somewhere in the back of my shocked mind, perhaps, a Windex joke.
i picked it up and it did not resist. this was worrying enough unto itself, until a moment later when it twitched its wing like it might try to get away. a brief flash of hope, and then it stops moving.
Again, i don't know what to do. But it's definitely dead, and i know i need to bury. i should bury it. Eventually i decide to carry it inside, and i get a box for it. The box was for sanitation gloves - completely unceremonious, but a box is a box. I will bury it tonight. A proper burial.
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