I started today being violently thrown forward from my seat on the King streetcar onto the floor as the driver went waaaaay too fucking fast around the FIRST curve from the Loop.
Tonight as I took my dog out back to pee, I was nearly beaned by a flying object (turned out to be a cushion) being hurled by a scavenger who’d climbed over the fence to the pen where we put our bulk items for trash pick-up.
6 more days until I’m 60. I’m not liking my odds.
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