i forgot to mention that my brother, with all his best intentions, had bought a deer pie for us for dinner. we somehow managed to undercook it, though it was supposed to be pre-cooked.

the thought of eating it really disgusted me, although i did not want to be rude and make my own dinner. we ever so rarely get to eat together. but as i was eating, i kept thinking 'i am eating bambi.'

so, it should be no surprise that i woke up this morning, after spending the night dreaming of deer hopping around grasslands.

moral of the story: do not eat bambi.