I currently hate the magpie sitting on a rail outside my office window.

It’s never done anything to me, but looking at it I realise that it can jump around, fly away and do pretty much whatever the hell it likes, while I’m stuck here at my desk in front of a computer. Even having internet access and being able to write this, or listen to music, or go for a walk and grab a coke or a coffee – none of those things currently make up for the fact that I envy the life position of a stupid magpie right at this moment.

It’s really quite a depressing thought. I don’t like myself for it, but there you have it.

Update: and it turns around and looks at me from time to time, which makes the situation worse for some indiscernable reason.