worst morning ever*
I totaled my beloved Saab this morning.
I’m sore, bruised, scraped and mostly pissed off. It was my fault. The guy I hit (who didn’t take the brunt of it, since I was almost able to go into the barrier instead, but not quite) is okay, but was limping. His mini van was a rental and the bumper and the back were a little dented, but nothing crazy.
My car, it is fucked. I only had liability. I don’t even really want to think about it now. I just want to take a nap.
ETA: I just re-read this. It’s a lie. The worst morning ever was the one where my dad died, followed by the times I got caught sneaking back in from staying out all night as a teenager or running away. This is possibly the third or fourth worst morning ever.
Add comment May 22nd, 2008