Sick.

i woke up this morning, stepped out my door, and what would be on my steps? a cat. not just any cat. a fucking dead cat. i almost stepped on it. i almost puked. who puts a dead cat on someones doorstep? it looked like it had been run over by a car. anyways that was the beginning to my day. all in all it was a pretty good day, although i was nauseous and uneasy all day. these kids with big green and red mohawks across the street keep playing music and thrashing their heads around. when i looked out my window they started yelling and flipping me off. i would bet money it was them.