Why is it that when I’m supposed to be awake and I’m sad I want to sleep but I can’t cause I have to be awake but when it’s time to sleep and I’m sad I can’t sleep at all
Holla. Let’s have a depression party aka lie here and stare at the ceiling until we eventually fall asleep or the sun comes up and we have to get up anyway
I tried to think of something witty to reply with, but I’m really beyond the point of even having the energy to make jokes
Alex (1976 – September 6, 2007) had a vocabulary of over 100 words, but was exceptional in that he appeared to have understanding of what he said. For example, when Alex was shown an object and was asked about its shape, color, or material, he could label it correctly. He could understand that a key was a key no matter what its size or color, and could figure out how the key was different from others. One day, he asked what color he was, and learned “grey” after being told the answer six times. This made him the first non-human animal to have ever asked an existential question. [x]
Alex’s last words were also “You be good, see you tomorrow. I love you.” [x]
These were the same words that Alex would say every day when his owner left the lab.
