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12/26/2003 Entry: "Wilson"

When I was a sophomore in college, Matt Vavrock was my roommate. He had a Gibson, loved Star Trek, had a burning passion for Full Moon straight-to-videos, slept with the TV on.
His dad was a nearing-retirement mail carrier who became afflicted with Bells Palsy--parallysis on one side of the face. You can't bat one of your eyes and you literally talk out the side of your mouth. This gave Matt's dad a vague manner of speaking and resemblance to a latter day Brian Wilson.
Mr. Vavrock is a veteran, and was trained as a morse code correspondent. I asked him if those guys ever "knock" in their sleep, thinking myself oh so clever. He answered no, matter of factly. But sometimes a guy would wake with a start, sit up in his bunk and begin to go " da daa da da daa " in a panic. Creepy.

Little Wee to the Dee to the Eye to the A to the Ree

Someone forgot to clean the cage yesterday, so we took care of that first thing this morning.
I set the cage in the kitchen and though Wee would like to hop around on the lino for a change. Poppycock. I set her out and she turned about with the grace and caution of a skateless pedestrian on ice. The she did something something that I had never seen her do before. She hopped back into her cage.

Yipes, we are almost out of hay. We are also getting low on rabbit feed, which seems odd seeing as I opened the box just a wee ago. Its hard to tell how much feed she really consumes because as soon as you fill the dish Wee does her little Women Behind Bars prison riot act and flings the tray around with her mouth. Eyedrops are also almost out, because someone tipped over the open bottle.
Water drops are not in short supply because Wee doesn't care for the taste of spiked water, preferring to get moisture from yummy lettuce and carrots and apples. She does like to bite on the nozzle of the bottle, which makes a nasty noise. Sometimes she scrabbles it with her claws. I wonder if she wouldn't like a bottle with a wider tube.

She's in the Stube right now, sitting around, crapping behind the drums, eating wallpaper or whatever it is she does when I am not looking. I wonder how sensitive she is to the cold. It is getting down to subzero at night, and I won't have coal to last me long enough if I keep heating both ovens.

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