suddenly it's '63 again and Hitchcock is livin' it up

There's currenty a swarm of birds perched on the telephone wires outside of my window, swooping back and forth.

Black birds, tiny brown ones, pigeions.

There's something in my neighbors backyard. Dead body, maybe?

No, wrong kind of birds.

It's gonna rain soon. Heavily, hopfeully. I'm looking forward to it.

Coveting a typewriter charm on the ebay. I kind of want it really badly. Hence the used of the term 'coveting'.

Thanks public school education!