Only because it's literally the only thing that happened between me writing my entry yesterday and right now, I went to a gun range yesterday evening. Spent about an hour and a half shooting 4 pistols, a rifle, and a shotgun. My original intent was going there, because I was thinking about a home protection pistol and a safe, because I've been getting increasingly paranoid about keeping my child safe (don't ask), but it turned into me and two bros shooting guns.
At first, I was a bit nervous. I've been to a gun range before, and have shot guns before, but something about guns in general really makes me nervous. But the more I did it, the less nervous I got, and the more confident I was in the decision to have one in the house.
Fuck the shotgun, though. That thing hurts. At least whatever you're shooting at has the pleasure of dying from a shotgun. The person shooting it gets a bruised shoulder/armpit bone and a collapsed lung. I think I'll stick with the Glock 17.
Ugh, look at me. I'm over here acting like I'm enthusiastic with the prospect of having a gun. I'm really not. I don't like them, but with the way things are going in society, I'm guessing that it's going to become a necessity in the future.
Maybe I'll save the daily updates for NoJoMo.