ok, i killed a squirrel. he ran out in front of my car and i couldn't stop in time. unlike the last time i thought i'd killed one, i'm quite sure i got this bushy-tail for two reasons: 1) i heard "thump, thump" as i drove over him, and 2) i looked back and saw him laying lifeless and decapitated in the road. it made me sick.

so i went and got In-n-Out burgers.

i probably deserved some tribulation after my morning commute. i was a complete ass -- weaving in and out of traffic, honking my horn at little old ladies who didn't get out of my way fast enough, being generally impatient, racing a Lamborghini. i knew my karma was coming back to get me. unfortunately, it did in an innocent squirrel on its way to me. i guess his karma wasn't so hot either.

in other news, i hate these people. and i don't at all think that because they bought 600 lottery tickets a month for years they deserved to win. if anything, it means the opposite. $600 a month! if they had invested it, they'd be rich anyway. fools, their money, and something about parting ways...