I'm still sort of freaked out from this weekend. First there was that thing with the bird in the house, and then that night I almost got killed by some dunce in an SUV going the wrong way down my side of the highway. I take both these events as an omen that the world is coming to an end. For that reason, I've started wearing a bag over my head. That's what Snoopy did when he thought the end of time was nigh, and it seemed to work.