Crash

Black ice.  Hit the median head-on at 60mph.  Airbags, glass, smoke.

CAT scans make my eyes twitch, and contrast injections make me want to sneeze.

My face feels like a foot.  Airbag burns are starting to scab over and itch.

Bruises are getting bigger, but fading.  Muscles ache.

 

I just paid off that car.  Awesome.

 

At least all my parts are working, I’m just horribly poor and horribly without transport.  I feel isolated.

I miss that car.

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January 14, 2009

Ahh man. that seriously sucks. sorry. rest up!

January 14, 2009

Oh my god! Oh my god. Oh. When did this happen? I’m so glad you’re alright–at least, as alright as you are.