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Took yesterday afternoon off. Mom and I went to the nursery (the plant kind) because she needed somewhere to throw a fit about her fir trees. A small green parrot tried to kill me, repeatedly beating her beak on the plexiglass in a manner disturbingly reminiscent of Laura Palmer's dad. The nursery lady said the bird just wanted some attention, but I know better.

I found a book on how to defend myself against zombie attacks, so none of you had better try anything.