Noon plus one. I'm awake, but not sure I should be. The cockatoo is enjoying some ritz crackers, he can't stand for anyone to not include him in a meal. He can be pretty picky for a bird sometimes, but he really likes bread, muffins, crackers, chips, etc. He's not big on fruit though. He has an atrocious dietary desire! He loves chinese food, pizza, well, any pasta at all, and so many strange things like raw peppers and cucumbers. The only parrot that really loves all food is Bleu. He will eat anything. He's an orange winged amazon that likes to watch the Hulk. He's so adorable too. He talks in a very singsong way sometimes, muttering at people when he thinks they aren't paying attention, or yelling WHAT? when he's hyper.
Didn't go to knitting today. It's too cold for me. It's too difficult to get around when I can't hardly stand up for more than a minute without crumpling to the ground. I wish something would happen so that my legs would work again. I don't even know if I believe in God enough to ask for my legs back. I might have done it when the pain was bad, but if there is a God, it's a cruel one. And if this is all my mind, I've a cruel mind.