I apologise if my blog isn’t the most exciting place recently. I’m not much in the mood for writing. Not much in the mood for anything. Except perhaps sleeping. There’s more I want to write about my mood, but I’m not in the mood for writing. Catch 22.

Yesterday I fed the animals. Including Thor.

His ears aren’t quite as spectacular as Poul’s, the previous buck. But a nice beard and mane he does have.

And still very friendly. And still liking to push his horns against me when I sit down. But then if I stand up he gets a bit afraid of me and runs away to a safe distance. Then I sit back down and he comes back over to me and wants to talk.

Other than that there is not much to tell. I found a new flavour of soda. “Party Brus”. You know me, the big party animal. I can’t pinpoint what the flavour is exactly. And I’m too lazy to go read the label. It must say so somewhere. Party isn’t a flavour. And Brus isn’t a flavour either. Brus is.. the carbonation? The fizzle. The sizzle that I so desire. Soda and sleep, what more do I need? Nothing, that’s what more do I need.

One of my favourite subjects.