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The reality of moving is sinking in, and all of a sudden I'm getting really nervous about it.

And then the stupid car stuff.

The first week I had Mom's extra car, I wasn't used to its horrible turning radius (Even worse than my Chevy Celebrity? " That's Impossible!", you say. But no, it's true.)
So anyway, I bumped the rear drivers' side of a car in the parking lot outside work. I changed spots and looked at the car and it didn't look too bad, so I forgot about it. This afternoon, there was a note on my car about how a scuff on my bumper is such and so many inches off the ground and it matches damage on my car and I have pictures and called the police and here's my phone number. (sigh) So I called the dude, left a message that said yes it was me, and now everyone I talk to says I should do or should have done something different. Go through insurance, don't go through insurance, should have admitted I did it, shouldn't have said anything, whatever. Anyway, it's totally stressing me out and I really didn't need this this week. In the grand scheme of things its peanuts, and I realize that, but man, it doesn't help. So now I'm worried about money and insurance rates and police reports and that this asshole might try to peg me with a hit 'n' run when I didn't think it was anything.

Bleh.

I have never stopped wanting an itsy bitsy hatchback, and have never understood the massive popularity of SUV's. How do people deal with those bigass things? I bet money this wouldn'ta happened on my little motorbike, boy howdy.

(sigh)

Soup was yummy. Wish my tummy would stop being dumb.

Have nice dreams, everyone.

Soooo stupid!

I came to work this morning and parked. I saw the car that I bumped, and I looked at it more closely.

There's a barely noticeable indentation, not more than an square inch or so by the wheel, and there's a flake of paint chipped off.

I'd be really surprised if he were planning on getting anything on his car replaced, and I doubt it would cost more than my insurance deductible, but these things are weird, so who knows.

Blargh.

I think it's a new record.

Four in one day. Shit.

I'm going to swallow the fact that this feels vaguely pathetic and just say:

Hi there! It's mildly depressing, sitting all by myself at home and packing. So if anyone wants to come over and mindlessly watch a movie with me while I go to town on my piles of crap and with these boxes that lostbutton was nice enough to bring over, lemme know.

If my effervescent company isn't enough enticement, I also have a small amount of Newcastle.