Monday, October 20, 2008
I saw a shooting star on my way home from work tonight. It was around 4:45 AM Eastern Standard Time.
Initially I thought it was a shooting star, but then I thought it might be a bottle rocket. But that really didn't make any sense and anyone who'd be shooting off firecrackers at 4:45 in the morning on October the 20th has real fucking issues.
For about a split second after that I thought it might be a missile about to wipe out Kentucky, but since I'm still alive after seeing it I had to rule out nuclear attack.
After that brief moment of panic I remembered that a person gets to make a wish after seeing a shooting star and I wished for the the first thing that came to mind. I blame the Kentucky Lottery, the economy and my overhaul distaste for working on what I initially wished for.
Then I felt guilty about my wish because there are so many bigger things and more important things that I could use a wish for so I changed my wish about three or four times and I'm still going back and forth on what I should wish.
I hope there isn't any statue of limitation on how much time I get before I have to make an official wish or there might not be world peace anytime soon. I'm also scared that my first wish might be the one I get stuck with and I'll feel really guilty about the human condition as I'm driving down the street in my very own Bentley.