Now I feel like I am in an Alfred Hitchcock movie

I cracked the not sleeping issue. Unlike Blood Ray, it didn't turn out to be that I was crazy. It merely transpired I needed to flip my mattress. Some of you may recall the whole bed disaster that occurred when I moved rooms. In purchasing and installing a new bedframe, the mattress got a little effed up. Now that it's been flipped all is right with my sleeping pattern.

Or at least it would be if it weren't for one small thing. The nest of seagulls on the roof opposite my bedroom window. Anywhere between 4 and 6am, they start up with the most ungodly racket of screeching that I would defy Marlee Matlin to sleep through. I'm hoping I become accustomed to the noise soon and learn to sleep through it because if I don't then I may be forced to take drastic measures. Like putting bicarbonate of soda into bread and feeding it to the fuckers.