Dead Things and Jane Austen

So, for the past two days my route from home to coffehouse has been littered with dead creatures: a pigeon, a grackle, a squirrel. It's not a very long walk, so that's a lot. The creepiest thing is I saw the pigeon walking around, looking sickly, on my way to the coffee shop the other day, and by the time I returned it was dead. It's been lying there ever since, and I don't have any intention of moving it. Which may mean I'll have to stop walking so damn much because I'm sure it will start to rot and smell soon.

I went to see Pride and Prejudice last night. It was about what I expected; dramatizations of 19th century novels never really do it for me, even when I like the author. I haven't actually read Pride and Prejudice, but I'm sure I would like it as I did not dislike the movie, and I enjoy reading Jane Austen.

Before we went to the movie we went to Lovejoy's, drank beer and whiskey sours, and talked about child abuse and molestation. Good times, good times.