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God hates me.
No, really. It's like once a month He throws EVERYTHING he possibly can at me and then I have to learn how to deal.
How many accidents have I been in? Enough, already, and now I get to add one more.
And I didn't bother to call the police due to minimal damage (or so I thought), so I had to deal all morning with calling police stations and working and calling the woman and my mom and my dad and Monica and my grandpa.
And getting yelled at about everything, because yelling at me IS going to turn back time and make me call the cops at the time of the accident. Not.
And THEN I locked myself out of the office (there are two doors, and the inner one locked on me), so I had to fight with the door for 15 minutes to get back inside the office. It was sweet.
Really, another car accident was JUST what I needed. Really.