I woke up while it was still dark outside. I was hoping to sleep in a little later than usual. I hate mornings. The sun burns my eyes and my bed feels so wamr and soft. Mt head was pounding when I got up. And it was almost cold emough to see my breath. I turned on my fireplace (thankgod for natural gas) and plopped down on my sofa. It seemed so peaceful and dreamy while I jsut sat there. My cats didn't whine at me for cat food. I thought about cleaning my place today as I saw pine needles from my Christmas tree scattered all over the cream colored carpet. Then I thought, screw it. It can wait today. It is my day off and I am gonna be lazy as I please. I'm never lazy anymore. It seems all I do is run around and try to fit everything into the tiny 24 hours the ay gives me. Argghh...Here I sit trying to be relaxed and my bird is screaming at me. Apparently love birds love to hear themselves talk. He's cute and I can't help but giggle at him sometimes. He's tiny but has this huge personality on him. He'll stick out his little yellow chest like he is so menacing and in reality he is so damn cute. Ah to be a bird where life is nothing but chirping, flying, and birdseed.