Thursday, June 20, 2002

So I'm lying in bed, early this morning, watching the sky go by (my bedroom is in the eaves). I often notice that the sky is not quite as perfect as the Windows 98 clouds screensaver. It's not quite as blue. Clouds not quite perfectly formed.

Anyway, the thought in my mind is: how do birds know not to fly into your house? They get close, but they never come in.

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