January 31, 2007
Ick. Ick. Ick.Car accident.
I hate it. Nothing... damaged... really. Except my pride. Which caused the girlish blubbering as the very helpful police talked me through the incident. Not that it was really necessary to have two fire engines, a Boston police, a state trooper, and an ambulance. Not that the surplus of personnel didn't undo me even more in my impatience to get to work... and call the insurance company. Which was just the excuse to go somewhere and cry freely. But... their kindness was... well, extremely warm.
I still feel rattled and... weak. I just hate those moments of questionning the mistake of a choice. There are too many of those lately.
Ick.
I want a hug.
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