6.26.2006

Monday June 26, 2006

In college, when staggering back to the dorm after a party, I’d always bitch about the nocturnal birds chirping away at 4 a.m., sending screechy bird-sounds into my vodka-soaked brain. My common refrain was “what the fuck kind of bird is awake at 4 in the goddamn morning and why won’t it be quiet?!?”. Well, that same bird was perching in my courtyard this weekend and making awful, strangled-avian sounds, punctuated by frantic flappings against my bedroom window. I see now why people keep shotguns under their bed. Screw you, nature.

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