Damnit.
It's Friday night, and I was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening with my boyfriend, but no. After we went and got food, some dumb lady had to run her gigantic SUV into Brian's new (parked) car and it's all fuckered up. Now I just have to avoid him all night, pretty much, or risk catching the terrible mood this has obviously put him in. I think it's going to cost money for the deductible even though it was the other person's fault entirely. Dealing with the insurance company blows.