Blaggy,
My friend brought over an adorable baby bunny today. It was small and spotted and cute and nibbled on my finger. It escaped, however, and she had to chase it down (while I followed more slowly. I didn't want to freak it out anymore than she was). When she finally grabbed him, he started spazzing out and she handed him to me to see if I could anything, at which point the baby bunny died in my arms.
I'm kind of sad but not really upset. C'est la vie, c'est la mort, right? My friend's pretty freaked out though.
On the other hand, I'm arguing with my father that he needs to throw his shit out. No, you don't need floppy discs from 1993 with programs that you never used. No, you don't need broken lamps because you will never fix them no matter how many times you say you will. No, you don't need to keep everything you have ever had period. Stop it. Stop it.
So, uh, ranty post.