For fuck's sake.

I am having a hell of a day.

I woke up early with the best of intentions. I had a really long list of things to do and I just thought if I got enough momentum going everything would work out. I did some yoga, I drank some coffee, I ate my yogurt with granola. I got in the car and headed to IKEA, which is not my favorite place to go, but I needed to do some quick shopping for the new place.

It was nice and sunny out. I was feeling kind of jazzy and happy.

As I pulled onto the BQE ramp in the left lane, I noticed this truck coming up next to me, trying to merge. That's odd, I thought. It's as if that truck doesn't see me at all. I looked up a second later, and thought: Oh my god, this truck does not see me at all. I slammed my foot on my gas, darted forward, and then felt the crash. I looked back and the truck had taken out the rear window. I pulled over to the side and he had knocked a nice juicy dent into the rear of the car. It was only a few hours later that I realized he actually could have killed me, as I was traveling between him and a dividing wall.

Anyway. For fuck's sake.

The truck driver's insurance company will be covering everything.The mechanic says it's basically totaled from his perspective because they will have to replace the entire right side of the car. So it's possible they might just tell me what the car is worth, give me a check for that, and then I'm stuck with this messed up looking car. I can still drive it but I am telling you it is hideous looking. I dropped it off to at least get the window repaired, so I can park it on the tough streets of Brooklyn.

Why anyone would want to steal it looking like that is beyond me.

I'm pretty annoyed by the whole thing but I was surprisingly nice to everyone all day long, the driver, the insurance guy, the mechanic, the police (sort of), the glass guy. I think if I can just get past this week with the move and the cleaning of the new place and the painting, and and and.

For fuck's sake.

(06/29/09)