the man who went up a hill and came down the english patient

ok, so i'm not superstitious - really not... well, except for one slight and completely irrational phobia.

which, in the here and now, means that when

  ...after another night without sleep but (so i was beginning to believe) 
productive nonetheless since it produced a great mass of words for my current scribbling project
and, despite my minor injuries, (i fell off a hill) feeling the reckless burst of a second wind
(or maybe just the coffee finally kicking in)...  

i swagger into the kitchen and yank back the curtains to say "hello world!"
and find a great guffawing and very much SINGLE magpie dancing on the grass outside.-
i wish for a pistol, reach for the curtains and fight the very, very strong urge to give up and go back to bed.

Bastard, BASTARD birds.