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Very busy week this week, a problem compounded by the fact that I went to the used bookstore on Saturday and blew a little birthday money on five new books, the last of which I finished up on the bus today. I'd almost forgotten how awesome it is to crack open a book you've never read, but are pretty sure you'll like. Ever since I started law school, almost all of my pleasure reading buys have been Nora Roberts books, because she is ridiculously prolific and I like her stuff. I know I've said it before, but romance novels are really working for me lately. After studying the law all day, then working with domestic violence victims picking up the ruins of their lives, I want a quick, easy read with a guaranteed happy ending. Maybe I'll go back to Literature in the summer, but I kind of doubt it. I'm not in college anymore, no one but Mike judges what I read, and a few stabbity death glares usually dissuade even him.
Speaking of romance, Spring has officially come again to Budgieland, much to my chagrin. I had to separate the birds into the two halves of the cage, Jeremy and Dani were fooling around again, and Dani, in a true show of the love that works best on Jerry Springer, kept beating Dana up to keep Jeremy from seducing her. Things are much calmer in the cage now, and everyone has all their feathers back. Just as I thought I'd solved the problem, though, Boris started a campaign of highly inappropriate carnal relations with the Happy Hut. This was made even more difficult by the fact that Karen had chewed through one of the straps, leaving the hut sort of dangling loosely from the top of the cage. I can't say it wasn't hilarious to watch Boris ride a felt tent three times his size with the singleminded intensity of a masturbating cowboy on a bucking bronco, but it was also more than a little disturbing. And I was a bit worried it was going to give him ideas for things to do with the girl birds. So the Happy Hut went the way of the chewing log that Dani built her nest in last year, leaving Boris without a paramour. He is depressed as a lovelorn budgiebutt can be. He's rebounding by regurgitating for Karen, which is tantamount to taking his life in his claws. Sure, she'll let him provide dinner, but he's going to get a rude surprise when he tries to step on her back.
Speaking of romance, Spring has officially come again to Budgieland, much to my chagrin. I had to separate the birds into the two halves of the cage, Jeremy and Dani were fooling around again, and Dani, in a true show of the love that works best on Jerry Springer, kept beating Dana up to keep Jeremy from seducing her. Things are much calmer in the cage now, and everyone has all their feathers back. Just as I thought I'd solved the problem, though, Boris started a campaign of highly inappropriate carnal relations with the Happy Hut. This was made even more difficult by the fact that Karen had chewed through one of the straps, leaving the hut sort of dangling loosely from the top of the cage. I can't say it wasn't hilarious to watch Boris ride a felt tent three times his size with the singleminded intensity of a masturbating cowboy on a bucking bronco, but it was also more than a little disturbing. And I was a bit worried it was going to give him ideas for things to do with the girl birds. So the Happy Hut went the way of the chewing log that Dani built her nest in last year, leaving Boris without a paramour. He is depressed as a lovelorn budgiebutt can be. He's rebounding by regurgitating for Karen, which is tantamount to taking his life in his claws. Sure, she'll let him provide dinner, but he's going to get a rude surprise when he tries to step on her back.
