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Race was a disaster.
I don't recall exactly what happened. Final lap, I think. Leading, but not by much. They told me I spun out, and got t-boned by another car when I failed to recover. Apparently I was thrown to the side of the track. Getting into any kind of collision when both parties move faster than the speed of sound is not something you want to do. I suppose this is what I get for driving while...distracted. I'll be the first to admit that I was not at the top of my game today. Made stupid mistakes.
Goroh must've had a field day. Shit. I haven't wiped out this badly since I started on the amateur circuit. Well...except for...
It could have been worse. Compound fracture of the left tibia. Multiple fractures of the left radius and ulna. Miraculously no punctured organs or internal bleeding. Lots of stitches. Broken nose from smashing my face into the dashboard.
Luckily, a little slip up won't really kill my standing. When you've got a record like mine you can afford a wreck, however embarrassing it is. Still, I don't know how long I'll be out. I can easily drive (read: get myself places) with one leg and one arm but I'm in no shape to actually compete. With Mute City's technology, I'm not looking at a long recovery time but it's discouraging, especially because I might be useless should something go wrong in the tournament. Depends on when the tournament actually takes place.
They told me I'm fine but I should stay in the hospital Sunday night to Monday. I said no. All I did was break stuff so there's really nothing they can monitor. I'll stay overnight to appease them but after that I'm gone. Luckily when you're Captain Falcon people don't really argue with you.
The car's a mess. Not sure how much I'll be able to repair by myself with one good hand. Really extensive body damage, obviously.
Call me crazy but I'm coming back late tomorrow in time for the cafe. Something about that place just cheers me up, and I need it. I'll have to sit out any cake fights though. Personally I'd rather have a stiff drink...but I guess I did enough of that last night.
I was going to make this a public entry in case anyone follows racing news and thought I'd died or something. But then I remembered that the faculty's probably lining up to kick my ass the instant I get back so I said screw it.
Yes, I was a total idiot. Yes, I ran away.
I couldn't possibly care less. I don't even care if he shows up tomorrow night.