tinhuviel

So week before last, I was out to get a hamburger because I had no protein in the house and the doctor said PROTEIN, BITCH! As I toodled along, trying to be all bouncy and shite, this oncoming car crossed over the line. I swerved to miss it. It kept on going. I popped onto the shoulder and lost control of the car. I spun out like Vin Diesel on crack. I hit a tree.

I had made one payment on this car.

One.

ONE.

And it is totalled. And I may have a hairline fracture in a rib, though it's probably just bruising.

Nationwide is paying off the whole loan, or at least most of it. I'm hoping that Carmax will let me take any spillage there might be and add it to a different vehicle. This means my payment will go up and I'll probably lose my TV, but I rarely watch it anyway. If I need noise, I've got movies to keep me warm.

I'm trying to be positive about all this.

But with the cycles of grief that keep bombarding me, along with the fantabulous bout of luck I've been enjoying now for months, it's really rather difficult.

So, in about two weeks' time, I've lost my computer and my car. Next the house will burn down and I'll be struck by lightning.

That last bit is good luck.