No. Just No.

[ladysprite]

Yesterday someone rear-ended me at a traffic light on my way to work. Left a couple dings in my bumper. I thought that was a big deal.

Ha.

So today, on my way home from work, I decided to stop by Michael's to pick up a piece of stitchery that they had framed for me. And some goddamned flake went tearing through the parking lot at ludicrous speed and PUNCHED A FUCKING HOLE IN THE SIDE OF MY CAR. Smashed right through the passenger door. My car is a twisted, helpless wreck.

At least the cops were nice this time.

My head is killing me. My hands won't stop shaking. And I can't bear the thought of driving to work tomorrow. What's going to happen this time? A train jumping the tracks and running me over?

I really, really didn't need this.

My poor car....

Edited to add: I was in the car. Driving on the road that goes through the parking lot. This was an action-collision, not an oops-hit-a-parked-car.

And I have a ten-hour shift tomorrow that I can't get out of. 40 miles away.

Grump.

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[braider.livejournal.com]

*hug*

Stiff drink, a few push-ups, a few sit-ups (to remind your body that you get to control the muscles), stretching, a warm bath and a warm bed.

Will you be at OVFF?

[ladysprite.livejournal.com]

Alas, I won't be at OVFF - between obligations with my dance troupe and the cost of travel, I have to miss it this year. :(

Thank you for the hugs and the thoughts, though.