I've started talking funny, thanks to Kiki's new thread.
Verily, my manner of speech has changed, becoming longer of breath and shorter of meaning. 'Tis most enjoyable, however, though I would like to apologize to any whom I insult or annoy with it -- my intention was not to earn thine ire.
... How... eloquently put.
Does letting your feed-filled hand get mobbed by three half-grown guinea keets and five half-grown standard-sized chicks qualify as a "sin?" My poor hand probably thinks so.
What? Never heard of it.
I pretty much live under a rock. Well, not a rock -- more like under my chair, in my room.
Sometimes in the bed, but only to sleep.
I'm not sure how hot it is here, exactly. Feels like somewhere in the 80s -- bleh.
I can hear thunder rumbling around, and dark clouds are moving in, though! Hopefully, we'll get a good storm!