The park workers called me the Duck Whisperer today as I fed my buddies. I like it. I actually managed to pet the one little aggressive guy with the white fluffy thing on his head. He freaked at first, probably never had a human hand touch his back before, but he quickly returned to my hand. These are wild birds that I watch run from people, but they recognize and like me. I like being liked.

I've had a busy day today, on top of feeding my ducks. I ate at the breakfast buffet in the Square and I don't plan on eating for the rest of the day. I bought ice, and I'm currently taking advantage of my pricey NetFlix plan. And hell, it's not even noon!