Today was....weird. I woke up to Brian asking me where I was and my stunning reply was, "I might've just woken up." So instead, he came to get me while I did my wake up stuff. Then two hours of breakfast/celebrating Brian and me's completion of the Texas logs followed by two hours of work. Then we went on to Chuy's to meet mom, dad, and Steve for lunch after which Steve stole Brian's car since dad needed to gather more wine fridge project parts from Home Depot which made it easy to drop Brian off on the way. While at Home Depot, dad, who's been off on an "upgrade my tools" spree, saw a portable Ryobi table saw that he decided he was going to get, until my ever present thoughtfulness questioned how exactly he was going to fit it in the Acura because I was damn sure not walking home. We leave it there, get home and he sends me back with the van to get it. It was a nice ride, I had my one window that worked down, radio off and just enjoying the cool weather. I get to the store, go straight to the table saw and there's no one around. I spent approximately 26 seconds looking for someone and decided, fuck it. It was a heavy piece of shit but just as I got it situated in the cart, a guy walks up and ask if I needed help with that............................No thanks, I got it. /glare Mom calls, asks me to get the soon to be fateful shovel, I grab one, paid for the stuff, loaded it in the van, and headed home.
Now the fun part...I get on Woodlands Parkway to take the shortest shortcut and I get behind a debris removal truck going about 15 mph. awesome. So luckily enough, he is going the exact way I was and as we go into a turn I had let him get some distance cause I didn't really want a tree branch through my windshield or something. I happen to glance over and saw something white laying half in the ditch and slowed down some more since it piqued my curiosity. I pull up next to it and saw it was a dead baby deer(fawn). I don't know what went through me really, but I hit the breaks, pulled over, and saw up close what some heartless, inattentive, worthless asshole had done to the poor thing pretty darn recently.(I figured it was recent since there was blood still flowing) Now I'm pissed off, saddened, and wasn't in a hurry to get back and help dad to begin with, and as I pulled out my phone, contemplating what to do, I saw I had missed mom's first call asking me to get the shovel. Well shit. Time to dig the poor little guy a proper resting hole. Took me about 40 minutes, during the course of which, about 7 cars passed and none so much as slowed down. Snooty, asshole woodlanders. I used the tarp from the van to roll it in the hole, gave him a quick little good-bye, and covered him up.
I fucking hate people. I have before, and this doesn't help their case. There MIGHT have been a legitimate excuse for not stopping and doing anything about it, but I highly doubt it. Just another self-absorbed, waste of life dickhole who was probably on the phone who prematurely ended the life of a random innocent baby deer.
Showering and a couple beers aside, the rest of the day was shit. I didn't tell anyone about it, especially dad because I just wanted to get his stupid shit over with and didn't want him thinking I'm making shit up to get out of helping.

I do very little to impress myself and few people impress me, but fuck. Fuck. It. All.