I was running late this morning and I had a terrible headache. The nausea from the headache made brushing my teeth a gag marathon. Short story - bad morning.
So on the way to work, I put on a song that made me feel peppy and slurped away at my morning coffee. Less than halfway to work a cat dashed across the road. I slammed on my brakes and tried to avoid him...or her. Without reliving the horror, let's just say I wasn't able to avoid the cat and I hit him...or her.
I didn't see it behind me and I didn't see it run off. So now I know I have mortally injured this poor creature. I cried the rest of the way to work and at my desk a little bit. I told the story twice today and cried both times. Now I'm out of tissues and my headache has come back.
There's nothing like an accident to make you feel like a horrible person.
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