JUST SETTLE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE BASTARD

Any one want a little white mouse?. Quashe, or, as I've been calling him lately, "you little bastard" has been a huge nuisance lately.

All freaking night he's making some kind of noise chewing on his box or banging something against the side of it until I start feeling violent--violent against a helpless tiny mouse. That's great.

So I made him a new home in a larger box (the same box that Suzin used to transfer him to me, and that, apparently, originally contained a parachute?) and still, all he does is try to escape. I dunno what's wrong with him.

So from time to time I let him run free around my room, but that makes me nervous because what if he starts chewing on stuff or I step on him or he gets away and I can't find him? Then I go to catch him again and he runs away.

And I'm feeling sick today. And because of this little bastard I'm not getting any sleep. I'm thinking maybe if he wants to run away so bad, maybe I should just let him.

I hope this blog doesn't turn into an all "me and my mouse" journal. Oh well, at least I'm actually posting.