Our cat found a baby rat in the garden, eyes still closed, but it had fur. She was just playing around with it, didn't even take out her claws to scratch it. I searched for its mama, could not find her though, so I kept it four days till now, feeding it every third hour baby milk, playing around with it, keeping it warm. I'm so sad it didn't make it. It feels like everything around me is slowly dying. Terrible.
I have plenty of projects in my mind, and I am starting to work on some of them, finally. I have plenty of time in my pockets, which is going to be spent creatively.
I am asking myself whether I'd be amused by this film or not.