Things to do at 4am, when you are lonely

Blog, apparently. Since that is the time and, well, there is a clue in the title.

Also the screeching of a bird being played with is actually enough to wake me. (not my new flat mate, as far as I can tell, although he may have been keeping his distance out of a need to be polite.)

So bird being delt with (as much as I can, it was injured, and thus easily re-captured upon release - so there was one false start - so it had to be left outside an upper window to the front of the house, in an attempt to keep it out of my house for the rest of the morning at least.) I am now left awake, alone at 4am.

This does happen to me, honest, but I don't recall it sucking this badly. I even found myself considering working out how many minutes it would be until his return. Now thats sad. I need to get out more.

From what I can tell, this is meant to happen. Needing someone so much that it sort of hurts when they're not next to you. But I never thought it would happen to me. Possibly, I'm just getting old.

So rather than a sense of a recurring theme in my current blogging, it is worth considering this - am I sitting at my PC, at 4am, typing this because I was woken by the dying breaths of a bird and I need that out of my system, and not on my conscience.

Or am I going to end up, eventually, saying yes more than once.