Most blogs started as online diaries, but I don't usually blog about myself because my life is not particularly interesting. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, then sleep -- what's to say? Still, in the interest of more content, I'll just try and blog what's on my mind.

Anyway, it's been a troubling time for me. The city ended up building a zoo next to my house. Now, when I look out my bedroom, I see a chain link fence, and, just beyond that, the monkey cages. During the day, it's constant screeching. The monkeys just scream all day long. You'd think their voices would get hoarse, but they screech from sun up to sun down.

At night it's worse, though. At night, they are completely silent. They don't even move. And when I look out my window while lying in bed, all I see are these unblinking eyes staring right at me. Every time I look, they do nothing but stare. I don't know what's going through their wretched monkey minds, but all night their gaze is upon me. I try not to look, but I can't help it. There, reflecting the moonlight, are all those inhuman eyes upon me.

One night, I went to bed as usual and looked out and saw those horrible eyes. Getting somewhat used to it, I eventually fell asleep. I awoke at about three in the morning for no particular reason. When I looked out the window, the eyes were gone. I saw nothing but the dark of night. And then I heard a noise in the house. I found nothing awry, but, needless to say, I got no more sleep that night.

I don't like monkeys.

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