Morning Thunder

It has come into question whether or not Watt actually has a cottage worthy of his name. He does indeed possess an appropriately huge back end. He's pretty much ripped all over, actually.

I found a new favorite tea. And yes, I bought it because it has a buffalo on the box.

Bison leak black ooze when very dead (in my experience). Perhaps that's the magically delicious ingredient in my tea, although it might just be Mate. I once poked buffalo ooze with a stick, and it was good. I also squeezed his foot. Surprisingly spongey. Mmmm.

I have some midterms next week. Pooie. Biopsych is so nifty though, I hardly mind all the test business. It's mind blowing to learn about your brain... with your brain. Ahh! 

My glutes are really sore from running, so hopefully my bum will become less flubbulous soon. For now, I'll just continue absentmindedly rubbing it. Dearest Thistle is still not dead! Don't know how a tumor that monstrous can be benign. She actually seems to be doing pretty great. What a little trooper!