Oct 24, 2006 21:27
Back in Whorlando, I really don't want to be though. I know there's better things out there. I just want enough money to take more time to be away from here and be able to grab everything I can and run with it.
I'd never been as far south as Miami and I liked it. Not sure if I want to move there at some point in my wanderings. Now that I'm engaged, it gets a little more complicated but perhaps she'll see where I want to go and why. It feels wierd to be only a couple miles off the beach and in a couple thousand feet of water fishing for wahoo and sailfish. We didn't catch anything spectacular but it was still a good experience nonetheless.
I finally got a call from the insurance company of the guy who hit me. They're going to send someone out to look at my truck and write a check for the damages to it. It's going to be another battle to get them to pay for my medical bills and probably the surgery on my back. However, I think HOB is liable for that since that disc was bulging before the concert incident and the second MRI showed that that accident caused a herniation. I'm not trying to get any money out of HOB, I just want them to pay for the injury and the bills from it and that's all. I'm too young to feel this fucking old.
Ok, off now to watch the World Series.