I can’t tell if I don’t feel good because I’m coming down with something – a distinct possibility – or because I saw a dead body on my way to work this morning. I figured I would feel better with some caffeine and food, but my trusty and delicious Diet Coke and the flavourless muffin did little to settle my headspace and I’m actually feeling worse, which licks.
However, as lousy as I might feel right now, I’m still alive so I really have no right to complain. We passed the aftermath of an accident on the way to work, and witnessed a police officer arranging the sheet to cover up an inert form on the road – someone died. That sucks. I don’t know when the accident was, but apparently the body is still out there (almost three hours after we passed the scene). That doesn’t seem right, even though I know they need to document the scene to determine what happened. I like to think that I’m totally jaded about crime and violence because I immerse myself in it daily, but there’s an extreme difference between what I read, watch and play versus real life – and I hope to never live in a city big enough to become unaffected by death in my back yard.
My thoughts about mortality are at war with the saucy conversation about the possibility of a threesome (or moresome!) I’m having via MSN.
Fuck. News about the accident is starting to come out, and it sounds as though a 17-year-old boy was struck and killed by a dump truck. That’s really sad :(