doc was right, it was me. i was being a twat. he was wide awake when i got up and disrupted my 2 hours quiet time when i wake up and it threw me off. then BB dying was just the icing on the bitchy cake. at one point while i was being angry and mean to him he looked at me and said, "you know, it's not your fault, what happened with the bird. you did all you could." i went in and cried and he went and got me a burger. when he came home, i apologized. wow. what a head trip i am. how the fuck does he live with me?
i just fucked around and re-watched the season ender of NCIS because i had forgotten it already. now i'm going to go do poetry to 2008. maybe further back if my eyes aren't crossing by then.