The overly slow evening (which began with a disturbed and uncomfortable nap in the middle of lecture) was met with gloomy clouds and a heavy downpour, quite possibly the first shower of the month, and while I was desperately trying to get to dad home before it got heavier, couldn’t help but feel a little glee.

But it was a troublesome rain, as rain goes in the late evenings. It meant that dog feeding is hindered, not to mention delayed and increasingly aggravating as wading into the sloppy garden quite literally translates as an act of self-muddification (I just made a new word. Someone call Oxford). The wind had whipped the draping cloth off the rabbit’s cage, and getting it back on made me drench the back of my shirt, takes to some untimely squalls.

And perhaps because of this, or perhaps because of other possible but more meandering factors, I’ve somehow developed a slight fever. Not that I feel the heat of it; but there’s a dull throbbing in the head, which the parents have concluded as a clear sign of fever (also, some increment in the body heat, which is professionally confirmed with a hand over the forehead).

Ah, but Advertising Copywriting midterm tomorrow!

Nuts it, I’m going to bed after some panadol.

Goodnight people.

P.S: The rabbit young-uns have opened their eyes, and now genuinely resemble tiny baby rabbits in a variety of coats. I’ll guess that they’ll be eating solids in another week, and then it’ll be double the chores as (I assume) the droppings will increase 5-folds. But they’re adorable little things. Brother hinted they’ll taste good on a stake over some burning coal. I called him sick, but quietly agreed.

Word of Today is Brackish:

1. Somewhat salty.
   2. Distasteful; unpalatable.

Can be used in; the merging heat; the brackish taste of her virgin sweat; I falter before Lust, and the blissful pain it entails.