Shite...
So I'll wake up tomorrow only to find out that the day is short of another hour of light. And it is all because of Germans, who around 1916 took it into their heads, that such time manipulation is necessary to save coal. And this idea spread over the Europe, even so the whole "saving" reasons are worth a rat's ass! Various researches proved the contrary- MORE energy is being used, than before the time change. Perkele.
I stayed at home today-well, it was quite chilly and grey outside- not the best excuse for laziness, but still.. Instead I have been acquiring some knowledge about nutrition and genetics and monsanto ( those fucks don't deserve capital letter ), and although it was quite worrying and all, I feel relief I'm not one of the mindless flock. Awareness is the key to everything.
Apart of that, I was giving a belly massage to this poor english bulldog I live with. She apparently feels very uncomfortable in her body. She can't scratch her butt as her legs are too short. She can't breathe properly. She's notoriously allergic to something, so she drools, and vomits, and scratches her muzzle til it bleeds. Her nose is dry like desert sand, so she keeps licking it endlessly. Dirt and sweat gathers is her skin folds and has to be removed on daily basis, otherwise it begins to stink. Whenever she drinks or eats or sleeps, there is always some infernal noise following it. When she plays with her squeakie toy it's as if someone was trying to unclog a toilet to no avail. I can't help but pity her. She doesn't have a chance for a natural birth. Most of puppies in the brood would be prone to illnesses as it is typical for this breed. She's just a bad experiment. And greedy people are to blame.
And what's with the slug?!
Well, I'm in the process of making one out of felt. I'm totally in love with those adorable slugs in "Flushed away" cartoon! They are just tooooooo sweet.
Lastly, there is an awesome Barlog, made by Weta on allegro and am scared I'll spend my last penny on it!!
Need someone to stop me!!!!!
Erm...Ok uncle Walken. I won't do it (crossed fingers).
Blast it.
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