There's a huge pigeon in front of my window picking something of the grass. If one only knew what those birds are always picking at. You rarely see food in their beaks or the pieces they pick of the ground. Just sometimes a robin with worms or insects. Maybe they just pick at some imaginary food, to just pick at something?
It rained. Air smells like heavy soil.
I'm in a pretty grumpy mood. Haven't much to say to people surrounding me at work.
I'm only friendly with clients who are calling for information.
PT called yesterday in the evening. Made me happy.
10:23 am - March 31, 2011
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