about me

Let me preface this entire thing with stating an important fact. I am just an ordinary gerbil with no particular authority about anything. But I have a lot of time to think.

And ***full disclosure*** I am not actually in a box. (Well, not most of the time, anyway.) It's a metaphor. I borrowed it from a play you may have heard of...

Anyway, as I said, I spend a lot of time thinking about a lot of things and I often find it hard to organize my thoughts or express them in any meaningful way. So, I though, why not start a blog?

Everyone else is doing it, after all.
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  1. Oops

    Well, I suppose part of having a blog is letting it languish for long periods of time.

    Not much has changed for me. My wheel developed this fantastic squeak that sort of echoed around my skull while I ran on it. It made me feel dizzy and grounded at the same time. I can’t explain it. Add this to my already compulsive attachment to the wheel, and needless to say I was looking quite trim there for a time. But then the Hands came in and oiled the hinges. The smell of the oil gave me a headache and the squeaking was gone. I was so depressed I didn’t leave my nest for a whole day. Luckily I’d save part of a toilet paper roll for a rainy day. Demolishing that was my only consolation.

    Now the air that leaks through the window at night is carrying a decided chill and the light falls on my cage at a greater angle, so it must be fall already. I swear I was just complaining about Christmas and here it comes again.

    The only upside of the oil on my wheel is the action is smoother. I think I can get more rotations per minutes than when it was squeaking.

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a life in a box is better than no life at all