Don't know why, but I've been thinking about books recommended to be my past loves.

M - first love, wanted me to read "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison, said it really changed his life.
J - poet, wanted me to read Dylan Thomas.
B - first guy who was a total best friend and love interest, recommended "A Prayer for Owen Meany", any Dickens and "Moby Dick".
J - the ex-husband, recommended Will Durant the historian, Sri Aurobindo, Plotinus, and Marcus Aurelius.

So I signed up for Film History, because I was talking a guy friend of mine last night and he said it would be a good class to meet guys. My guy friend is always bugging me about dating, and trying to get me to go back to online dating. He says I'll never meet anyone if I don't put myself out there.

So after arguing about online dating, we compromised and I said I would take the film history class.

Well now I'm freaked out. The last time the birdies tried to talk to me, I got into a car accident a week later. Those darn robins were knocking on office window daily, like they were trying to tell me something or warn me.

And now this little greenish brown birdie was doing the same thing on Saturday. I don't like it.

On Saturday I was sitting and eating pizza in the alley way between Embardero 4 and The Hyatt Regency, when a birdie landed on the chair next to mine.

The birdie was so cute. It just plopped its birdie butt on the chair like it was a person. The birdie was looking at me and chirping like it was trying to start a conversation. The birdie was so frickin' adorable!!! Such a little bitty thing in a big wooden chair. And it looked like a cartoon birdie too.

The the birdie flew off, and I was wishing it came back. Five minutes later it landed on another chair across from mine, and started chirping at me, and flapping its wings. I loved that birdie, it was so cuuuute!