Doo-doo-doo, we're onto you

I've just realised that part of the reason that my current mice, Annie and Egg, are much nicer and/or less mental than my previous mice, Hamlet and Fran, is possibly because I used to smoke weed all the time and now I don't. It definitely affected Hamlet and Fran when I had it - they'd hurl themselves on their food and run around like lunatics - and so I think it's likely that it had longer-term effects on them as well, not least because I used to smoke quite a lot, and would usually do so in my room. I've not done this since I got the new mice - in fact, I've not smoked in my room at all - and they're so much calmer and more pliable. Neither of them have bitten me yet, or anything. I mean, I'm aware that female mice are less likely to be aggressive because they're generally less testosteroney, but I don't think that's the sum of the reason for the massive difference between their behaviours. I feel sad about this, like a bad mother, except there is literally nothing I can do to try to change this because Hamlet and Fran are dead now. Fran was so violent that he once tried to bite Hamlet's balls off - we don't know whether he was successful because Ry and I know nothing about mouse anatomy, or really about bollocks in general, but Hamlet definitely bled a lot and if they were still there they must have receded or something. Note to self: do not attempt to support life when you're too self-indulgent to even support your own.

Naturally, I am avoiding working on my Frankenstein essay, which I know is silly because I love the book and I got two seemingly exciting books out of the library about it. Ugh. Maybe I'll tidy my room. It is, of course, a pit of despair. And I need to install my new bookcase and get rid of the old one which has been broken and ugly since I brought it in from the road outside my house.