Somebody pissed in my Wheaties (tm)

Yes, from what started out as a really great day, quickly turned to a steaming bowl of shit and apparently, I got second helpings...

I got into a car accident today, not bad, I am okay and so is the girl that I hit. So, nobody freak out on me here. I was leaving Episode 3 with my Dad and Aunt and decided to go to the McKinley Mall. I was making a left turn in the turning lane and I was three cars behind, the first guy decided to go and then the girl in front of me decided she was going to go as well.

Until she decided she didn't feel like it anymore. She committed to the turn and STOPPED.
And I got a goddamned ticket for "following too close". (Stupid police quotas.) I still went to the Media Play after everything was done, but I didn't feel like buying Multiplicity anymore, so I went home really pissed off.

Except one thing, pissed off turned into a deep depression. In fact, I scared myself a bit at just how depressed I was. The only way in which I can describe it is the movie Bedazzled with Brendan Fraiser. You know when he wishes to be a nice "sensitive guy" and then everything in the world sets him off crying, yep, that was yours truly. Here I was happy about everything going on, Kim and I have been really happy together, Bob and Lisa got married... Things just seemed to be good. Then, I hit that car. Yes, I know that I was really overreacting, but I think that it's just been bottled up frustration and emotion and that was the straw that did it. It wasn't so much hitting the car, it's just what hitting the car meant to me right now. My bills are finally clearing up a bit, I am getting ready to move and then this happend.

I think that there's probably two amazing things that came out of that night. (I bet you never thought that I'd say that Kim.) The first was just the fact that it happened, I am just used to keeping everything bottled up, and it surprised me how bad I felt.

The second thing is that Kim was on the phone with me a good chunk of that time and just listened and wanted to help me. She felt bad because I felt like crap. I never wanted to bring her down (and hopefully, I didn't).

I also feel like a jackass because Bob called me during the middle of all that and really tried not to sound too bad, but did an extremely shitty job of it. I didn't want them worrying about me while they were on their honeymoon.