I fed Nigel all by myself. Kim offered to help, but I realized that I was being wimpy and stupid, and fed him myself. When I went to go pick up the mouse (unnamed, but no less important than named mice), the guys at the pet store (pet! not food!) noticed I was a bit nervous and said they knew it was my first time. I tipped the box over carefully in the cage and then ran away. I didn't have to watch the skull-crushing.
I will pick up my book tonight, I think. I have several essays to read before next Tuesday. Tomorrow I will do homework and get my blood taken. I may need a hand holder. Tomorrow night Rob comes home.
Near future: - BBQ with the fam, for my daddy's birthday - Beach, probably Panama City - Monday - kayaking - Tuesday - My dad's exhibit starts at the Junior Museum!