i crashed my car this morning. six months, sixteen hundred dollars, you do the math.
i had dropped my boyfriend off at his job and had come home. there was a big open parking spot by the sidewalk right across my front door, so i turn on my blinker and get ready to u-turn at the intersection. out of nowhere, a black ford truck speeds by on the turning lane, hitting the right driver's side corner, taking with it my bumper and plenty more metal, stuff i didn't even imagine existed.
it was surreal. i saw the parts flying off ahead of me, and still i was thinking, maybe it's ok, maybe we'll just exchange numbers and i can drive to work and everything will be ok. of course, it wasn't, not at all.
the driver was a nice guy, a fire fighter, it turns out. he called the police and calmed me down -- i was shaking like a wet cat -- and i called brad and my parents. so it was determined that it had been my fault, although reflecting on it afterwards, i think it was his, so i guess i'm going to hazard taking it to court.
it's parked a block away, missing a big chunk of snout, rheumatic when it's driven. i'm scared that the repairs will cost more than the car did in the first place, and to top it all off, my insurance is a big piece of crap, so i'm on my own.
still, the worst part of this whole ordeal is that it was probably part of some big karmic kick in the ass; i wasn't supposed to get to work today. i wasn't supposed to drive home, or anywhere for that matter, this weekend. serious cosmic punishment. i have my suspicions. fin.
as a reluctant silver lining, i got an impromptu three-day weekend, in which [[silver lining retracts]] i will look up bus routes to get to work, investigate mechanics and various other thieves, make up a weekly schedule so we're not constantly rushing everywhere, and do much reflecting and hypothetical calculating.
you know, i could be seriously hurt, or even dead. i think that, and get irritated with myself for bitching. what's however and whatever in the face of Big Nothing?
so i'm sitting at home listening to jimi hendrix in the sunlight, next to brad's plant, with an upset stomach, with my new laptop nestled in my lap, and i feel fucking good.
