A dead bird

This is what i felt like today. This dead bird. The week wasnt
stressful but i am physically tired, as opposed to metaphorically or
ecumenically.
This bird was behind my place of business, the place i work, my place
of employment, my job, the building i work at. It was all dead and
stuff. Bugs were crawling all over and around and inside it, like ants
and junk.
There was a red spot on the wall where, im guessing, it smashed its
ugly bird face into the building and splattered bloood on it. Thats a
horrible way to go.
Maybe it had avian bird flu and died in mid air...now i have avian
bird flu.
Crap. This has been depressing. I am sorry.