Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.

Killing makes me feel good.

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.