One Flew Over L's Nest

My sleep schedule has been disrupted.
Yes, disrupted.
Sleep is very important to me.
I suffer from Lateness Impairment.
I cannot stay up late.
It takes a lot from my body.
I have set a bedtime for myself.
My parents never did, so I did.
My bedtime is 10:30.
It is the best time for me.
Later, I cannot function the next day.
Properly that is.
When I was little, I used to do a little happy dance when I went to sleep.
It made me happy.
So happy.
It still does.
It is so sad to say that this beautiful time of my life is being interrupted.
Without any care for my well being.
My sleep has gone to the birds.
Literally.
The little beasts decided they wanted to chirp by my window every morning.
Around 6:45 a.m.
What do those stupid birds think they are?
I mean, seriously.
They go a-chirping so loud.
It wakes me up.
It makes me mad.
It makes me want to shoot them.
With a BB gun.
There are other windows.
Other people.
People that think they "waste" one third of their lives sleeping.
People that like birds.
I hope spring passes soon.
So they can stop chirping.
And leave me alone.
So I can sleep.
And be happy.