Monday, May 15, 2006


I had the most awful dream night before last: we were keeping a bird in a cage on the bathroom floor. It was cold in there, and we kept forgetting to feed or water it. From time to time I went in to check on it, and remembered it needed to eat and drink--it was really in bad shape. Finally I went in and it was just about dead. Not quite. I picked it up and one of its legs broke off. Suddenly there were little bird legs everywhere, hanging with their little claws from the door and all over the floor. Then the little bird in my hand sort of shriveled up and died.


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