Yesterday was the first day where there was silence in my mind. No background noise or background thoughts running through my head. All there was, was me and my thinking for here and now. It was rather nice, I went out and watched the ducks float about at the duck pond across the street. I fell asleep to blissful silence, it rocked. Until I was woken up. It felt like someone totally kicked me in the head, but when I opened my eyes and rolled over there was one of tha ducks starin at me with my hair in its mouth. It was like “GOOD GAWD, It moved! They didn't say anything about it moving!!!!”.

This duck just stood there like a deer in yer headlights. I was screaming owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. But still he stood there straing at me, appearantly there's nothing in the duck handbook covering eating human hair and having them wake up. So finally I stand and he buggers out, when I turn and look around I see one of his lil theiving buddies makin off with my water bottle. What is this? It's like we have a legion of rabid ducks or something here. The only thing I do know, is if a duck doesn't want you to have yer water bottle its pretty hard to get it back.

My advice for everybody?
“BEWARE DUCKS”
“DO NOT BE LULLED BY THEIR COMPLACENCY”

Is that even a word? Hrm….well it is in my world. Oddly enough ducks are as psychotic in the real world as they are in my world. Now that is frightening. I think I will go to the zoo to stare at the polar bears. They rock and stuff. The last time I went I spent three hours just watching em swim around. Just chillin and and havin fun. You know one of those wow I should be in there playin with em. Then I watched em shred this cardboard box apart and thought twice about trying to have fun with em. I mean granted yer gonna lose an are or two when you play with animals but that just looked too violent. ANyways psycho ducks and silence, that wa my day. Now if only today could be as kewl