13 May 2009

The Season Is Shifting

For the first time in weeks, the birds singing didn't wake up at 4 a.m. I slept through till the alarm jostled me awake.

I was dreaming. My friend was telling me that another friend of ours from high school (who is now a secret service agent) had a fling with Henry Rollins back in the day.

I thought to myself, "No wonder Henry is so messed up. Anyone who falls in love with (this friend) doesn't get over her."

This morning as I fed the cats, I thought to myself, "If Henry did want to love a woman, (this friend) would be perfect if she played bass guitar."

So what does it mean when the birds aren't chirping and singing at 4 a.m. anymore? Or are they still there and I have just gotten used to them so they don't wake me up? I miss their morning wake-up call.

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