My house

The fridge is in the living room, the washer and dryer are on the back porch, the mircowave is in the dining room, the toaster is under the table, and I'm not sure where the stove went. This makes lunch a rather interesting affair. To top it all off, the kitchen is blocked off by what appears to be plastic tarps, which makes doing the dishes hard.

To clarify a little, we're redoing the main floor. This means a guy comes in with a bunch of tools, and proceeds to make as much noise and dust as humanly possible, while at the same time blocking off large areas of the house.

On a side note, I can't remember the guy's name, even though he's been working in my house for over a week. I'm sure this says something about my personality, but I'm not sure what.

There's a spider on the celling...

Theres a spider on the ceiling
He's perched in a corner,
where the plaster is peeling.
maybe hes a foreigner;
a spider from spain
wouldn't that be odd?
or maybe insane!

A poem. By me. Enjoy! =]

I dub thee 'Thunk'

Now, if I was a bird (which i'm not, obviously), I should hope I'd be smart enough not to make the same mistake twice, or, if thats too much to ask, not make the same mistake over and over and over for days on end. Like that bird over there. Its a bluejay(although I'm not sure why it matters-maybe bluejays are particularly dumb?). Anyway, the stupid thing's been running into the window for the last three days. You'd think it would have figured out that it can't go through a closed window by now, but nooo!

Stupid bird outside the window, I dubb thee Thunk, for the sound your tiny head makes when it hits the glass for the 40th time.

I wonder whats going through it's head. Does it think theres another bluejay, trying to fight it? Does it think it's reflection is a pretty female(oo, la la)? Does it think there's food beyond the mysterious, clear force (oo! worm!)?  Maybe it's sucidel. Or Emo (can you imagine that? An emo bluejay?). Or maybe it's just vain(wow, I'm a hot bird!). Chances are, I'll never know, because no one ever spends their time on why bluejays run into windows, or what they're thinking. No one ever writes a biography of a bird.

On a passing note, maybe 'Thunk' is just stupid. ....hmm....I think I just rendered this entire post pointless. *sigh*

And why, when I google "bluejay hitting window" do I get a whole bunch of people in jersys and some baseballs?