Maybe it’s my tiredness from over exertion of cycling into the wind this week, but my heart hurts. From love. Not from like working too hard. In the physical sense, it’s probably in pretty good shape. Emotionally, not as good. And it’s made me a bit bitter tonight. I’m finding it difficult to come to terms with the realization that some people in my life don’t love me as much as I thought they did. Or that I in fact love them more than they do (or maybe ever did) me. Maybe they’ve got a different idea of what Love is than me. Any who, I’m a bit le blah.
In other, more exciting news, you may have noticed the photo of the mouse below. That’s the mouse Piccadilly killed like an absolute BOSS this morning. I think it’s her first kill of a mouse. At least indoors. I didn’t let her eat it, which she’s a bit fussed about. I gave her speacial treat food as a reward. She accepted it, but with a bit of spite. Now she’s got a certain amount of swagger in her step, the likes of which I have not seen before. I don’t blame her. It was a good catch of the mouse.
Any ways, I need sleep. Badly. So I’m outta here. TTYL!