- I woke up at 4 AM. Enough said.
- I was driving along Rt 30 towards West Chester when I saw stuff animals scattered about the roadway. It looked like a plushie massacre. Normally I would be amused by this, but I kept wondering if these animals were meant for someone. Plus, there's something deep inside of me that says stuffed animals have feelings. I'm sentimental.
- After the stuffed animals, I was cruising down Rt 100 when I saw a turtle at the side of the road, holding his head high and lifting his leg to step into the busy highway. The next thing I knew I was pulled over about 200 yards away, speed-walking down the emergency shoulder of the road, eighteen-wheelers screaming by me, hurrying towards that little animal about the make a big mistake. Unfortunately, I got there too late. I suppose what really got me was how confident that turtle looked as he began his great adventure. The further I get from the event, the sadder I feel. I wouldn't be surprised if I cried myself to sleep over one naive animal. (One thing that made me laugh in spite of myself: I described how the turtle's blood looked on the pavement to my friend Jen-- thick, like scarlet acrylic paint. Ever the the sensitive type, she exclaimed: "So that's how they get red paint! They squeeze it out of turtles!" Evil.)
- I parked in the spot that Jen directed me to in her apartment's parking lot-- a spot that is actually hers. Yet, when I came out a few hours later, someone had left a note calling me a "shithead" with a rather elementary illustration on it. Sorry? I think the polite thing to do would have been to ask me to move, which I probably would have done, whether I had a right to the spot or not. I fear for the future if this is the level of discourse I have to deal with in the real world. I think I might laugh about this tomorrow.
Granted, it's not like someone physically hit me or I lost a family member or something. It's just that some days suck more than others. And this one suuuuuuuuuucked.
Here's hoping for better ones!
K.
Yeah, I've had those days. *Hug*
ReplyDeleteI've got insomnia issues so I wake up about that time now and then. I sometimes sit outside with a bowl of cereal as the sun comes up while most everyone else is still sound asleep. It makes me wonder how nice those moments might be if my head weren't aching from sleep deprivation.
ReplyDeleteAnd the poor turtle and stuffed animals :(
irina: Aww, thanks. :)
ReplyDeletegwyn: I like hearing the birds when they wake up, but I would also rather sleep.
K.
not to add to the sadness, but I hit an animal for the first time the other day (a bird that flew right into my car). I freaked out for the rest of the day.
ReplyDeleteI'm of the opinion that "plushie massacre" is a term not used enough in our society.
christy: There was one time when I heard human emotion in the voice of the bully that rode in the back of my high school bus. He was recounting a story about how he hit a little bird with his car-- I thought he was about to cry. There's something about animals and how our machinery affects them that get to people.
ReplyDeleteAlso, "plushie massacre" would be a good name for a band.
K.