I must have chickens or I will die.

I think maybe I couldn't kill them after all. I think I would love them, and I'm generally not very good at killing that sort of critter. I must have chickens. I had a big problem with a dead chicken tonight. Bran wanted chicken, so I got him a chicken, but it was really terrible. It tasted great, I think it was the best chicken I've ever cooked, but I felt awful about it. Usually I feel fine about eating the birdies, but tonight... I kept seeing it as a live chicken. It was kind of awful. Then Brandon and I got into a nasty fight, over the body of this bird (not about it, it was in between us) and I kept feeling like we were being disrespectful to the chicken, so I was upset about that, and it made the fight worse. I feel like I should give the rest of the chicken a burial instead of feeding it to my hub. I don't think I'll be eating any more of it. At least not this one. I think maybe my hormones are a bit off.