Hell on wheels.
Well, that was a wonderful way to start a vacation.
Deciding to leave at 1:30 this afternoon was another bright idea of mine. Little did I know that in less than a half an hour, I would be slammed against the guardrail facing oncoming traffic. Apparently, my car and I are a lot alike. It loves to spin around in the snow as well. Interstate 80 was just not the best place to do that, little Camry. I now have a car thats drivable, just not pleasing to look at from certain angles. I guess it will be showing its battle scars for quite some time, because I don't know that I will want to fix it. It will probably cost about as half as much as the car is worth. Plus, I think I need the everyday reminder to not make stupid decisions that may cause my death.
Apparently, I should have went home last night instead of drinking and celebrating the night away.