Do bunnies experience happiness and its opposite? Are they sentient to the point of complex emotional responses or do they just bimble about fucking each other and eating vegetation out of instinct?
I’m not a happy bunny today, even if there is in reality no such thing as a bunny that feels happiness. I’m a metaphorical lapine experiencing all too real unhappiness.
Health. Distress. The postponement of yet another dental appointment meaning an even longer wait to be able to feel I can look people in the eye when I speak to them. Grumpiness. Exhaustion. And the knowledge that there is only one episode left in the current season of Doctor Who.
I am a sadsack.