I think I heard a deer somewhere nearby. It was a sound between a moo and a grunt. I don't think this is deer mating season, so I don't know what the noise was about, assuming that it was indeed a deer. Maybe it ate something that disagreed with it. But maybe that thought only comes to mind because I ate something that disagreed with me. I was going to make tacos for dinner, and thought I had some shells, but I didn't and so I had to use flour tortillas. In other words, I had burritos with taco filling in them. Plus I'm still out of my favorite beer, so I had to wash them down with second-choice beer. The bad weekend is extending into the week.
When I tidied up the living room I found eleven rubber bands. There's nobody to shoot them at. Wouldn't you know it?