Idiot is still here. He refuses to leave my main chambers, even though I’m not feeding him. (I suspect he’s stealing food from my chests. But honestly if he wants some baked potato I’m willing to share. I have plenty and any animal that can subsist on baked potato alone with no salt, butter, sour cream, bacon…
I should stop, I’ll get depressed again.
Anyway: ducken. Eating potatoes. Lives in my room. Sleeps on my head.
It’s been a while since i had someone to come home to.
And I’ve already given him a name.
So I guess he’s family now.
Or as much as a ducken can be, anyway.
One Reply to “Day 459: someone to come home to”
Company is nice.
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