That Moment....

That moment when younare coming home from.work last night and a group of people were in the unlit street on a dangerous curve and you had to slam.on your breaks to not mow them over. Wanted to lay on my horn i was so pissed (but i didnt)

......
This morning on the news, you find out that someone had been shot and killed at that same spot 2 hours after you passed through.
I often wonder whether I'll be more likely to run over a junkie so engrossed in skag that they're oblivious to their surroundings or a college student so engrossed in their phone that they're oblivious to their surrounding. 6 to 5 on the college student. As for myself, I worry about getting hit by an electric car. You can't hear those things coming. Even if you look, you don't always perceive. And there's a short circuit in our brains when you remove the prior ubiquity of motor vehicle sounds.
 
That moment when you draw blood a few times over, trying to assemble a part to stick onto a larger portion of a project, only to discover that not only did you put the part together wrong, but you damaged it beyond repair in doing so.

GIMME A BEER!

A writing project, you mean?

I can relate.
 
TMW you should be working on your WIP, you realise you should, you KNOW you should, but you're on this forum and there are four more threads to read and answer.

Sigh.
 
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