The Chickens Don't Go In Until It's Dark

I didn't appreciate my house-sitting job because trying to house-sit there and tend the critters over here is a distressing crunch on the morning and evening. This is my last night over there and I can't wait to be out of it. Being alone may mean my activities don't disturb anyone, but it also means I'm watching TV and staying up too late. My brother wants me to come to the aquarium with him and Kirill tomorrow, and I want to go, but I can't quite bring myself to a feeling of satisfaction about having something to do in the face of my general anxiety and hunger for sleep. I keep thinking: why not on Sunday? I want a day home. I really detest sleeping in strange places. And the bird over there is a vicious little alarm clock that has no snooze button. At least fish make no noise, and can't pout like dogs.

I feel disgusting.

Urgh.