Beware, cursing ahead.
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I was lying in my bed, arms straight beside me above the blankets and my eyes wide open. Beside my window was a little bird happily chirping its little morning song. And however wonderful and romantic that supposedly should be, it wasn't.
According to most novels it should be freaking fantastic. Listening to those little things singing their song at the first crack of dawn. Apparently, you should be up and about around this time. Taking a little morning walk in the forest, watching the first rays of light filter through the trees and greeting the little fellows as they prelude the day, with a smile. You should be enjoying these wonderful gifts of nature and let yourself be fulfilled as a sense of complete and inner peace overtakes you.
And if I believed all those stories, I would be jumping up in excitement right this moment. I would dress up, race out of my doorstep, right into the forest and I would start singing a song like fucking Snow-White to call out to all of my cuddly, cute little animal friends and live in a lovely little fantasy for the rest of my fucking life.
But guess what? Sadly, my singing can kill just a little more than a single person's night of sleep, so that's just not gonna happen.
Okay, so I had gone to bed late. Fine, not the bird's fault. And then I couldn't fall asleep because my mind was still too distracted from all the work I had put forward. Again, fine, not the bird's fault. But then, when I FINALLY started to drift off, only two hours before I have to get up and get ready for work again, that freakin' bird starts its stupid chirping and it hasn't been showing any signs of stopping since it started two hours ago. And THAT. Is its fucking fault damn it.
I have spend the last half hour thinking about screeching at the little devil from behind my window to scare it off or throw a damn shoe at it or something. Anything to just make it stop. And honestly, I'm really starting to doubt my sanity here.
Another 45 minutes pass with me just lying there, dying from the inside, until, finally, my alarm goes off.
Fucking. Release.
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07 July, 2017.
I had almost written down a stupid family guy reference about birds here, but I decided to spare you from it.
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