this morning #733.

this morning, in what was apparently now a regular part of my life, a routine start to my day, that same goddamn group of bitchass birds had gathered just below my bedroom window to chirp up a storm about god knows what. up until last month, when they first started showing up every morn, you wouldn’t have heard me speak a single malicious word about birds. it only took a few days before the novelty of having nature nearby wore off though. i parted the blinds & glared out at them. it was as if they’d built a nest inside my head. even after i’d fled my home, their incessant noises stuck with me. in the car, at my desk, at the gym, in my dreams. one long avian nightmare.