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From that meme, something else which would be enjoyable to do:

"...randomly bite people, informing them that they are now zombies and should therefore give you their vending machine change, since they will no longer be needing it."

Anyhow, enough of that. Dreams last night - dreams of snuggling with Angus, oddly enough, but he seems to be pretty dream-photogenic. Woke up early-early and took the girlies to bed. They're really happy with the big cage, and they're doing crazy acrobatics both in it and when they come out. It reminds me just how acrobatic rats are, not all low-slithery as some people picture them bit upright, jumpy, frolicky animals. I'm glad they're happy, but man are they not snuggly when they're hyper like that. Merlyn's still the only one who curls up by my feet in bed regularly. Hope he's better soon - tomorrow is day 5, when he's allowed to do acrobatics again, but I might give him a day or two more.

The cherry blossoms are incredible out there. Whitish-pink fluffy ones are out, Broadway Station, Nanimo and 26th, along Woodland by Broadway and 8th, lots lots lots.

When I die, let me dream of cherry blossoms.

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You're not -that- tall, and you're not particularly round, although I guess you are comfortably into dimply territory. But thing is, heightwise, you're short enough that I keep wanting to stand on tiptoes because I feel like I can just, almost, almost look down on you.

There he stands atop a hill, a solidly-built youth with half a head of long red hair streaming out behind him in the wind. In his hand, a bottle of whiskey; on his shoulder, a rat... er, man, I'm tiiiired.