Like Promised Here it is.

Its a battle that has been raging on since the very first day.... the first day of my birth that is. The battle between me and the Morning.

Its a peaceful morning, the birds are chirping the sun is making my room a glow with warmth and coziness. It was making the world appear beautiful. Which it is NOT in the morning.

The sun, wont Fuck off. Yes I know its pretty and warm, Thats JUST FREAKIN PEACHY And great, but when you are trying to sleep it is not pretty. The sun will find some way to come through the blinds and temporally make you blind. It will shine right in your eyes, and what do you do? You open your eyes. Reaaaal smart. Now the sun is shining right in your cornea and into your brain. This is the suns way of giving your cozy fat ass a little kick. Sun" Coooome onnn Alreaaady its 7 AM Tiiiiimne to get up lazy Arse" You " Uuugh *roll over to the other side and throw blanket up over head*

And its not Only the sun I must battle. You see I happen to live near the woods, which there happen to be these things called "trees". Apparently Birds like to land on these tree things. And they sit there and chirp and twitter and chickadee as soon as the sun is up. And I am sure it sounds lovely and I give the birds kudos for practicing it everyday. And I do not mind their chirps and twitters so much. But Lets just say if a little cute chick a dee landed on my window sill and started to sing I would roll towards the window and flick him off. And while he was falling to the ground he be going " Chick aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa deeeeeeeee" and I be grumbling. Cuteness will get you Nowhere with me In the morning, nice try chickadee. Nice try.

After listening to the all different bird sing and twitter away, the most evil thing on the planet comes along. All the birds instantly stop chirping, its as if the new kid at school came unannounced. And that he did. The new kid on the block is a Crow. And he sits of course in the tree that is the CLOSEST to my window. And the Crow cant sit there and sleep OH NO. GOD FORBID the Crow sleeps at 6 or 7 in the Am. Crows Never sleep apparently. The Crow sits there and CAWS and CAWS. The sound is horrendous, it sounds like a an old lady screaming mixed with a weird animal dying. It makes you want to shove pencils in your ears. But it does not end there my friend OH NO. The Crow somehow communicates via his Cawing to call his friends over. Or the whole neighborhood in my case. And Now There is fifty, Crows All in one tree. Cawing it up because they KNOW that I am trying to sleep.
Where on Earth Is Rambo When You Need Him. LETS KICK SOME CROW ASS!!!!

I would climb up that tree once the crows fallen asleep (thats if they ever did, still a mystery to me) and sit quietly next to him and Yell " CAW....CAW...CAW.CAW CAW CAW". And then I would Calmly say " NOT SO FUNNY NOW IS IT ??" And I would jump out of the tree, crawl back to bed and pretended nothing ever happened.