Another birthday survived, which is about the most I can ask for, as far as birthdays go.
I'm also running out of excuses not to adopt a python, as I will soon have pretty much every other sort of cold-blooded animal one could conceivably keep as a pet. And hey, I won't actually have to buy feeder mice, like when I lived at home, and it'll live a more peaceful existence than Cornwallis did. On the other hand, can this apartment really hold a bird, a lizard, six fish, two frogs, a snake, and a human?
By the way, Fletch, I didn't know they made lizard leashes. And Char...I figured out where my copy of Clash of the Titans got to.