Something went frighteningly awry today. I purchased a book titled, National Audubon Society: Field Guide to Birds.
Hell must have frozen over. I hate birds. Absolutely loathe them.
I'm not sure what happened. I can't explain it. It's possible I was drunk.
It's like I don't even know who I am anymore. A stranger unto myself. I mean... I bought a book... on birds.
Maybe a pigeon slipped something into my drink. They hate me, you know.
And I, them.
(Especially the rock pigeon -- columba livia -- whose ancestral nests used to be made on high cliff ledges. It's average length is 13 1/2"... oh my god... what the hell is happening to me?)