I woke up last and while stumbling down the companionway to get coffee, ran into a girl holding a rather large sea bird making an unholy noise. She asked me if I had a box. I told her I didn't even have a fucking mug of coffee and pushed past her. The bird tried to peck me.
The odd thing is that by the time I got my coffee, I completely forgot about this strange encounter. It wasn't until just a few minutes ago, I remembered meeting a bird in the hallway last night. I wonder if it's on the menu for lunch??
Somebody folded my laundry, we're out of pineapple and I miss my wife.