Wondering where Gloominary is with his fresh topic material?
Being awake when I should be asleep… heard a cat fight outside my window in the adjacent gardens below and told Hunter no, who immediately came to the door to be let in without hesitation. He is such a brilliant cat to have… apart from when he’s killing birds.
Hunter’s last kill, well… not exactly a kill as a maim, so that he could play with his food while it was still kind of alive. I took it in and placed it in an egg box (the irony, I know) and covered it with a blanket of napkin, but it died a couple of hours later… after comforting it through its last few hours.
I’m pretty sure that birds don’t have any feelings.
It was in trauma and fighting to stay alive, before it went into shock… all the while looking at me for comfort and reassurance, and I, knowing that my cat was the cause of its imminent demise. 
I think I really should just get up and have breakfast…
Fish act traumatized when you take them out of the water, that doesn’t mean they have feelings. A window makes a sound when you throw a brick through it but that doesn’t mean that it felt pain.
Do not disrespect the memory of my little birdy buddy by calling him feelingless… he deserves better than that.
So great was his pain that he had gripped onto me so tight, in an attempt to ease it… such things are borne from feeling.
Whatever you say.
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
- D. H. Lawrence
It was a crow…
My, the birds are noisy this morning… their tweetings and cawings dominating the North-Central London skies, and I am hungry, and so the cat and I shall breakfast early.
Strange, here in French Polynesia as well. !
…but a more exotic variety of bird for you, I’m guessing… here, it’s crows, seagulls, magpies, owls, and other species I’ve not seen around before… some being rare.
A few years ago my sister and I were watching the morning news (she was crashing at mine for a period of time) and a story about a very rare bird sighting came on, and then we both automatically looked into the garden (we were always in sync from a young age) only to see one… and then another.
Such is my life, as to be the experiencer of rare and odd happenings.
I got canned milk, green tea with ginseng, natural cane sugar, and I’m ready to drink a lot of this.
I hope it is healthy.
I mean, green tea is good, ginseng is good, and milk should have what a calf would need.
Before this, i made a lot of pasta.
Spinach fettucini with marinara and cheese.
Getting into a routine (out of boredom) of going up after watching Love Island, or after another programme or two after Love Island, from where I can unwind until a new dawn… for without the capacity to do more one cannot do more.
No bird noise tonight, no sound of cars or the city at night… it’s eerily quiet, but Wednesday’s always are… even the birds know that.
…about to make a tea, after just finishing a chicken and rice dinner, after working out… using my boredom wisely.
…reassessing my life… goals, aims, wants, needs, future… not so much bleak as not really ever thought about it much, at all.
What made me do so now, today… a constant stream of DMs from randoms (and the odd neighbour 
)… leading me to… is this what my life has come to? or do they think that this is how my life should be/is about? either way… no.
At least the dull harsh ache of post-workout malaise will distract me from the unimportant, so that I can focus on the important… I have of late been neglecting some responsibilities that I’ve signed up for and so must fulfill. 
Avoiding the 92 degree Fahrenheit weather with mega humidity. It’s like a slow cooker outside.
Trying to make amends in comedy
Of errors.
Hot here as well drinking every day, my sobriety on hold for the time being.
“But this people has deliberately made itself stupid, for nearly a millennium: nowhere have the two great ILPean narcotics, alcohol and Christianity, been abused more dissolutely.” - nietzsche
shopping. i got six grand to drop on a bike, but i don’t know what to get. currently i’m looking at a bmw, honda cb500 and a yamaha vmax1200. here’s the thing; i don’t want a crotch rocket because they’re incredibly uncomfortable on long trips… neither do i need to go 160 miles an hour down the street. i don’t want a harley softtail sportster type bike either because i’m already certain of my manhood and i don’t willingly listen to ac/dc anymore. it’s gotta be a sport-tourer style bike. the cb500 is a beauty and a great deal for the price… but a 500 might become boring. on the other hand, the vmax is a monster… who the fuck needs a 1200? but the price and condition of the bike is so good, i’d almost take it anyway. these are uncertain times, man, and i want to make the best decision. maybe i oughta hold out a while i try to find something like a 700?
bike enthusiasts come forward and provide guidance.