|Current mood:|| thankful|
|Current music:||Alison Krause & Union Station - Restless|
K, I'm done.
No seriously, its amazing how a morning can start out decent and literally in 15 seconds, turn into a complete disaster. Not that a car accident should be a fun walk in the park, but good lord, I about shat myself, gave my parental units a heart attack, messed up my car and am sore as sore gets, without doing pretty serious damage to yourself.
Oh, and I want to hang glide to work for the rest of my life. Then swing by Farmville and pick up Liz and Erica, then we're hang gliding to frickin Tahiti. And I'm getting me a damn cabana boy to massage my back.
I do have things to be thankful for. I am thankful that I was quick enough to swerve, rather than just let the dude man in the fricking Ford F-250 slam into me. I'm thankful the median filled with grassy goodness was there to stop me from going to the other side of the street. I'm thankful that there were no other cars in the other lanes of traffic. I'm thankful that I didn't spin out further down and slam into the guard rail. Or further up and spin into the median wall. I'm thankful that I didn't hit anyone or hurt anyone else.
Mostly, I'm thankful that I'm just sore and that its my car that's messed up. And not me. Cars are replaceable, lives are not.