Friday - Gulls, gulls and more gulls

[ninanevermore]

The seagulls back, in spite of me having shot them in my dream yesterday morning. I've heard them describes as being "rats with wings," and I believe it. You can never get rid of all the rats; like roaches, they can survive a nuclear weapon. Should the world ever go up in nukes, that will be all that is left - rats, roaches and seagulls.

I'm hating the seagull alarm clock, but I can't tell Jeff that. He will get big sad puppy-dog eyes and act all hurt. He will suggest that I switch the alarm to chirping birds or the rooster, but they are even worse than the seagulls.

My marriage depends on me learning to tolerate dreams in the mornings that resemble scenes from Hitchcock's "The Birds."

**shudders**