fatvegan

My feet are super cool. I think they do that to nuclear reactors or something don't they. Super cooling. Not sure. Anyway, my feet are really, really cold and it's all the fault of my university. I've been sitting in my chair all day reading things for my project. And I haven't been able to move around enough to keep them warm. Maybe all the blood flows to my hands to help with typing, and my feet get forgotten. I'd like to think it was my brain. But given how long I've been sitting here for, and given how much I've written, I don't think it is my brain.

But oh. Such cold feet. I'm not sure what to do.

I just want to stop writing.

The rats were running around the roof again tonight. They are so cute. Don't anyone tell mum, but I kind of like having them here. I feel honoured that they want to live with us. How is it different to having owls in your roof, or a blue tongue lizard in the backyard? Except that these rats are heaps cuter and more huggable than owls or lizards will ever be. I don't know how mum could want to poison them. Ugly animals.... sure, I can understand wanting to kill them. Emus, those storks in the Botanical Gardens, or frilled-neck lizards, I wouldn't mind poisoning*. They're ugly and deserve to die. But rats.... I just don't get it.