I think I might have still been drunk, because I immediately ran to the window brandishing my pillow yelling NONONONONONO. The thing about these stupid birds is that they are fearless. They don't just dismount and fly away like normal life-loving creatures, they are like 'stop lady okay? Just stop. I'm doing important shit right now.' So they continued making baby pigeons, and I, like a mute idiot, just stood and waited.
In retrospect, I realize this might be a new low in my life.
