21.09.2017 - 21.09.2017
The next day I had off was Thursday I think. I went to an obscure "migratory bird sanctuary" at the extreme opposite end of the city. It was more of a zoo than sanctuary, with flightless birds pooping on everything everywhere. The place was filthy. I chased some of the ducks around and then ran away screaming when one of them had the guts to attack me right back. Oh good lord. I ran so fast out of there after that.
They were setting up for some sort of light festival, probably on account of the upcoming National Week holiday.
I woke up the next morning feeling dizzy and achy, so I stayed in bed the rest of the week. By the end of the week, I was sure I had overcome whatever it was I had contracted from those horrible creatures.