I ran over a cat tonight while working.

And it was still alive. At the very least, I presume the orange tabby I saw sprinting across the road after the second ‘thump’ was the same one who darted out in front of me before the first, and appeared to be — what with the sprinting — alive. I didn’t stop, particularly since the cat was alive. (So, I feel awful for running the cat over, and awfuler for not stopping, but, the cat was still alive and very mobile so …)

See, here’s what I think happened. He ran out in front of me, got smacked by my license plate (which is seriously banged up), knocked under my front bumper (the first “thump”), and then did some rolling until he went under the rear bumper (the second “thump”). That’s when he took off running.

I hope he’s okay. Lord knows I wouldn’t have caught up to him even if I had stopped.

Still. I should have. I feel awful.

… anyway.

All the major stuff for the semester is turned in. I have a paper due for Rock & Roll on December 7th, an extra-credit for Folklore do sometime before the semester ends, and I just got my final assignement for Computerization (due on Dec 12th). Effectively, the semester is grinding down for me. Yet I can’t help but feel like someone took a big ass boulder and is about to heave it on my head. I feel like I’ve got a stack of pizza boxes in my arms and they’re all about to topple over to one side. I feel like … yes, well, let’s just say I’d like to feel like it’s a sunny day, yet instead I feel like it’s a gloomy rainy day.

Maybe its because I’m afraid I’m not going to pass Chaucer — or at least, not with a high enough grade for it to work for my major — and really don’t want to take Shakespearean Tragedy next semester.

Maybe I’m just neurotic.

(Maybe it has something to do with all the bills I have to mail next Monday…)