We're okay, it's just a car. We're okay, it's just a car...

[kt_rabbitness]

Yesterday I think I had a black cloud parked over my head and it was throwing baseball sized hailstones at me and Frank. I haven't heard anything from any weather companies, except a formal rejection from Albany and a thanks but no thanks from a place in Oklahoma where a friend is working, which is irritating enough. Then I got a phone call at work yesterday morning from Frank. His grandma's in the hospital, she had a stroke. She seems to be okay, just can't feel or move her right leg. On our way home from visiting her at the hospital, we got t-boned. (Long story made short) Everybody is ok, but both of the cars are totaled. I've got mild whiplash and some bruises and that was the worst of any injuries, which is good, but insurance isn't going to give us anything which sucks. He didn't have collision because it was such an old car, and unfortunately it was his fault so the other guy's won't be giving us anything. If we hadn't just shelled out $600 for a new computer and $500 for the balance on our honeymoon this wouldn't be so bad but we're practically broke right now and can't even afford a clunker for him. Fortunately he works around the corner from me now and similar hours so we can carpool until something else comes up but now so much for everything we planned to do with wedding money, and so much for being able to go to any interviews if anyone actually happens to show any interest in hiring me.

Why does the timing on this stuff always have to suck so bad??

My mantra today has been "We're okay, it's just a car, soon this will all feel like a bad dream" but I can't get that sound of the cars hitting out of my head, or the sensation of when we collided.

How is it that race car drivers can handle that so often as part of their job??