Well, Lord be, I hit a deer this morning in my Honda. The damage is not that bad, but it scared the literal shit outta me when I hit it. It all happened so fast. I had to check my underwear when I got back to dads. I hit it next to the old AM radio station near downtown and it knocked the deer 20 feet into the air. Into a field nearby. My car is still perfectly drivable, but it looks ugly. And there is deer hair everywhere all over my car. I hit the deer so hard that the contents of it's stomach came flying out and flew all over my windshield. Thank God for well built Hondas. I drove by the police station and got an SR-14 form to fill out for my insurance company. Let's hope they cover it and don't give me a hassle like they normally do. I hope you all are doing well today and enjoying your weekends. I'm fine. No anxiety or panic attacks yet. Thank goodness.
Let's think of the deer, too. It was just a fawn or close to it. R.I.P. My car can be fixed. A life was lost. (I wrote this and then I strangely and amusingly thought, "You know? We eat dead animals everyday. At least, most of us do. I ate dead animal for breakfast in the form of bacon this morning. Mmmmm venison!")