Vector

That’s ridiculous.
My orange jumpsuit is not
sleeping attire.

Feathery Poof

I have killed at least two animals with my car in the last couple weeks. I hit a sparrow with my right front tire, and it exploded into a feathery ‘poof.’ Then, about a week later, I hit a ground squirrel which ran out into the road, with the same tire. It did not explode into a shower of feathers. I feel worse about hitting the bird. A couple of months ago, I was getting onto the freeway, and the ground squirrels there were playing chicken with the cars. My dad thinks they’re trying to evolve so as to be able to stop worrying about cars at all, and so are simply weeding out the weaklings.

My thumbnail still has not separated from the rest of my body. I clipped the back of the nail some because it was getting caught on things, so the old nail is only covering the end of the nail. I need to clip it again, because that was a couple of weeks ago, although because of how busy I’ve been, it doesn’t feel like it. Every day, when I wake up, my left thumb has reached a new level of disgusting. There is a tiny strip of nail-bed holding the monstrosity onto my hand, and every morning I get one day closer to not being preoccupied all day by one of my fingers.