The Universe hates me

Yesterday, a bird flew into my car whie I was driving to work. Car's fine, but I had no clue about the bird. I was in the middle of moving traffic and couldn't exactly stop and check. Today, on that same block, I see... a dead bird in the middle of the road, its feathers moving slightly in the breeze created by the moving cars.

One thing anxiety tends to share with depression. You develop an amazing ability to blame yourself for all kinds of shit. So now I feel guilty that a bird flew into my car and died. Logically, I know that's silly. I had no control over the situation. Still feel crappy about it. Poor bird.

I want one!

Wonder if I could figure how to make ? Probably not skilled enough. Yet.