I was in a car accident. I’m okay, as was everyone else involved. I was stopped at a light waiting to make a left-hand turn out of a parking lot when a young girl slammed into me from behind, pushing me into the car in front of me. Her fault, no? Well, the guy in front of me, according to my insurance company, is trying to claim that we BOTH hit him. I think he saw our cars (a Jeep and some sort of SUV) and thought, “$$$$!” Well, the joke’s on you, ASS, because I only make seven bucks an hour! Anyway, I’ve been stiff but otherwise physically fine. Mike’s car has almost $4000 worth of damage so it is less fine, but it’s getting fixed so it’s cool. It’s just a hassle, although mostly for Mike, who has to drive a rental car around now. I’m currently driving his super-pimp 1987 Jaguar. Shaguar, baby!

Yes, I need to buy my own car.

There is a lot of construction going on here at my workplace. My Favorite Sports Team is doing some facility renovation and it is SO LOUD. The hammering, drilling, and general noises of destruction are pretty hard to ignore, especially when 95% of my job requires me to be on the phone talking to clients. The noises are drilling into my brain! Ugh.