I have way too many responsibilities..

A few weeks ago,I decided to go ahead and build a bird feeder for the little family of Sparrows that occupy the rafters of our shop.

It's about 6" wide,and 10" tall,perfect for mom and pop,and their lovely brood.

This arrangement went on just fine for awhile,but apparently one of the little winged beasts put out the hue and cry,because now I've got Sparrows descending in great Hitchcockian legions,devouring the entire contents of the feeder in a matter of hours.

Oh,..that whole,"Eat like a bird" thing?...It's a total crock!

The little raptors eat like friggin' locusts!..

Hell,..they even eat the locusts that have themselves just pounded down an entire cash crop...So there you have it.

Every break I'm going out to fill the feeder,under the constant scrutiny of those beady little eyes,with that menacing glare that Sparrows are famous for..Well,..at least they should be famous for it.

Point being,I'm out of friggin' bird food!

Now I have to go to Wal-Mart,and throw down for some more Sparrow mix.I needed Q-Tips and foot powder anyway,..but still.

I considered for a moment,bringing the cat to work that she might disperse the crowd,but Gizmo doesn't even guard her own food dish from those thieving Blue-Jays.

Why should she?..The dish magically replenishes itself while she sleeps after all.

Which reminds me..I need to add worthless cat food to the list.

I'm pondering this whole Sparrow-worthless cat scenario as I enter my bedroom upon returning from work.

..The message light is blinking on my answering machine!

Wow,..nobody ever calls me.

And indeed,no one has.

Some telemarketing parasite has used up all the time on my machine with some inane pitch designed to hook me into applying for a second mortgage.

I DON'T EVEN OWN THIS DAMM HOUSE!..

That's when it occurs to me,that I'm working my ass off primarily to support hordes of ravenous birds,one ungrateful feline,and on the off chance that there's something left over,I'll pay the phone bill so that my phone can enjoy leisurely conversations with every random dialer in the Western Hemisphere...

It's Monday,..and life is up to it's ass in commitments in Sling's Domain.