Karma

I used up my good karma today.

I could tell that coming home tonight. The near-collision with someone who tried to enter the lane I was in (and later flashing me with his/her headlights... thanks a**hole...) was a starter.

Coming home to find someone threw a rock through my kitchen window was the main sign, though.

It's probably neighborhood kids. I'm reasonably sure I know who they are. Why my place? Probably boredom.

I haven't hit angry yet. I'm about 2/3rds of the way there. Doesn't seem constructive and I'm honestly too tired.

No, wait. I lied. I'm angry.

I'm rather quite angry.