Night tweeters
PS. Is this shit for real?! It's 1:32am
and there's a bird outside that is just GOING ON like it just climbed out of bed and it's time to put the kettle on.
...
They're like tiny, little robots and I'm just waiting on someone to come out and take a look at B-1029, or "Bob" for short. Like I'm just waiting on someone to reset my evening.
Or is it morning already?
Will someone PLEASE come do something about Bob?!