damn seagulls

it wasn't the ever-present sound of sirens or late-night revellers that kept waking me up last night. it was the call of the rats with wings at 5AM this morning. and no, they weren't saying, "mine, mine, mine" a la "Finding Nemo" but, if translated from the seagull language, i'm sure it would be close. don't get me wrong; the sound of a seagull's cry reminds me of being by the ocean. but since i am three blocks from the seawall at the moment, the sound is not as appreciated as it would be were i lying on a sandy beach somewhere.

time for a shower. i've got a yaletown apartment to myself for the long weekend. so what am i going to do? go to bellingham for the day :)