Kept awake for much of the night by cries of batrachian lust emanating from some kind of amphibian orgy happening in the back field.  It happens after every rain, but last night they were really Going For It.  It sounded like the last days of Rome, had ancient Rome been populated by frogs instead of Italians.
For a while, I thought it might be retribution…you know, revenge for all the noisy orgies that happen on this side of the walls and kept the frogs awake.  Then I remembered that there hasn’t been one single orgy, noisy or otherwise, on this side of the walls since I arrived…at least nothing I was invited to.  Which was a very depressing thought to have as I laid there, waiting for sunrise, listening to the sound of a thousand frogs fucking.

N.P.: “Immersed” – VNV Nation