Wednesday, February 20, 2008
caw freakin' caw
Today something horrible happened. While walking to class today, I was drinking up sunlight like that family in Ben Hur who emerges with leprosy from a windowless dungeon after several years. And that was when I first heard it: the cry of seagulls. This, of course, made me glance around frantically to discover that there were no seagulls in sight. For some reason, my mind had decided to play tricks on me by recalling the thing that I associate most with warm beaches. Aahhh! Sometimes I hate you, mind, I really hate you. So today as the images of every beach I have ever visited or lived by flashed across my mind's eye, it became official, the winter has finally succeeded in making me crazy.
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So... they weren't real seagulls??
It's very possible that they were real and that it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me, it was the seagulls. But those would have to be some very mischievous seagulls, which is a hard sell once you realize that any seagull in Wisconsin around winter would be more disoriented than anything.
That's what I was thinking. I've seen them in spring. But in winter... maybe they have bird flu or something. Next time you should definitely hide when you hear them. Then alert the authorities.
If seagulls are absent then a chinese restraunt must be close. You may also notice another phenomenon: the absence of road carcasses.
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