Thought on 10/11/06

Today, on my run, I had to jump over a squirrel. It wasn't road kill, it wasn't asleep. It saw me coming, and ran a few feet off the road. Then, it turned. It looked at me. And, I suppose, it decided that I wasn't that big after all. It fricking dove at my leg!

Toothpaste for dinner, this is your next cartoon.