Today while I was driving to work I came over a hill to find a dead deer on the side of the highway covered in vultures. Maybe a dozen of them.

The sight of the bald, broad-winged things ripping at the flesh of a decaying deer made me feel all woozy inside. I wanted to vomit, but it was also this visceral tingling in my guts. It was horrifying.

And, well, that pretty much set the tone for the whole day.