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Friday, March 19th, 2004

11:38 pm

I Love Books I have come to realize that I really love books. I discovered this a few months ago. Ya see, my mom works during the day - I've talked to her about this bad habit, but she refuses to quit. That's okay, its her life, she can wreck it with this odd addiction to work if she wants to. Anyway, I can't be quiet all day, so, I get rambunctious. Yell at my toys when I chew on them. Yell with Gabby when she sounds off. Bark at the dogs. Sing to the kids. You know, typical Amazon stuff. Well, my other mom, Carrie, doesn't always like it when I get loud. She has another pet, one that looks just like her - except he cries and whines a lot, and I got yelled at when I cried like him - and he wakes up when I'm loud. So Carrie puts me upstairs in mom's room on my sleeping stand. I'm generally quiet there. But, if I can, I get down from my stand and wander around mom's room. She has so many interesting things up there... pictures and blankets and speakers and computers and books. Oh, those glorious books... she's on to me now, she knows that I really like those books. She tried giving me phone books to chew on in my cage, but it's just not the same as free-range books captured off the bookcase fresh... mmm. It's a delicacy. I've enjoyed Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn, a book called Beginnings, Middles and Ends that's supposed to help mom learn to write... oh, and can't forget Writing the Breakout Novel by Donald Maass. That was a particularly yummy one, hardcover and all. Mom actually had her friends take that one to meet the author, I guess he was happy that he got my seal of approval. And if he wasn't happy, he acted like he was when he signed the book. Mom went out with some friends today. I missed her, and Bill wasn't sharing any of his yummy rib roast dinner with me, so I yelled at him (like I am supposed to do!). I got put upstairs, and decided to have a snack of books. But mom came home just as I was climing up the desk, and stopped me. She told me I was a shifty f**king bird and I ought to be ashamed of myself... She ought to be ashamed that I didn't get to eat any books! Oh, well. There will always be a next time. Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: Barenaked Ladies - When Doves Cry (Comment on this)