First Day in Pittsburgh
Just a little while ago, I was toweling my hair dry in the bathroom when I heard a strange squeaking sound coming from somewhere in the apartment. I listened closely, and decided it must be Spiceboy working on something. It took me several minutes to realize the squeaking sound wasn't Spiceboy doing his fix-it magic on our new place.
The squeaking sound was coming from birds.
Birds that are chirping right outside my window.
What a concept!