Dubin is visiting me for the weekend. This is good -- other plans in my life appear to be falling apart, at least in the social realm, recently. While taking a walk, I saw what may become the newest member of my little family here -- there was what looked to be a dead baby bird on someone's driveway, but on closer investigation, it was just quivering there, too weak to move. I scooped it up, we took it back to my apartment, and I've been feeding it soggy bread. Initially it wouldn't eat, but it seems to be doing a bit better now. If it doesn't die, I'll need to give it a name, get it a cage, and all that. I think it was abandoned by it's mother.. It's very cute -- it sleeps most of the time, and occasionally summons me with a loud chirp and an upturned beak to come drop more soggy bread into its mouth. I might, however, let it out into the wild if/when I am reasonably sure it can survive on it's own. I'm unsure if it'll ever learn without it's mom though, which worries me. I want to make sure it survives, but I'm not sure I really want a pet bird. I'll think about it.

Something Dubin showed me -- Vanilla Almond Soy milk mixed with Kahlua is a very tasty drink. Mmm. I have not, happily, had enough to get drunk or have a hangover. This is a good thing.

Oh, we saw the film, "The Terminal". It's was very good, moving, and had a plot that wasn't excessively sappy. Groovy.

It's too late to talk about anything more substantial :O