The baby bird is still alive. To my surprise. I expected an awaiting death. But he's begun to sing. Well peep anyways. I keep feeding him ground up dog food and water. He seems to like it. Although I understand he's starving. I have no worms. I may need to dig. If he keeps on like this. He'll need more. Moving on. Today is another slow day. I'm drunk. Still. From last night. I can feel it. Hopefully I won't run into any police giving breathilizers near my house. If I do. Oh well. SEB hasn't called. W hasn't called. D can't call. P won't call. K ain't gonna call. Here it comes again. My lonely time. The time where things happen around me. Not to me. Like some tribal dance. To bring the rain. And ease the pain. Something. I like the huge selection of Current Moods. Very nice. I want to write a poem, but I have no inspiration. Aww. Another day. I don't know what I feel like right now. I don't know if I really feel anything at all. I'm numb. I hate this. Numbness. Empty. Hollow. Damned. Always damned. Oh well. Done for now.