My car - Lady - is going to be joining Michael's Escort (did you have an Escort? I hardly remember...) in car hell possibly by the end of the week.

I assume I've had enough time to ... think about... what happened and have prepared myself for any negative remarks about this weekend. Of course, don't expect me to be nice. I haven't been in a nice mood since Saturday when I stopped crying and screaming that my parents were going to kill me. The only person I've been remotely nice to is the person you all wish I would hate, mostly because he has been nice to me, and also bought me some mind numbing juice.

I also could say I've been nice to my folks, because I'm still breathing and anyone who knows my family understands the miracle in that.

Anyway, if you really do care to know I recieved my first ticket and was in my first accident. Killed both birds with one stone, and shoot for the third, I messed up my car enough to cause more damage than the price I bought it for, and just enough to consider it totalled.

Oh and did I mention the new job? I can't wait to find out how I'm going to be driving to my new job.

Plus, it seems I have sent the three girls from the back seat to the hospital, hopefully to recieve some codine. That was a joyful call this afternoon.

Should I add the lack of sleep? Constant worrying? Anger?

I guess actually telling everyone about the accident would be wise. I don't feel much like talking about it though.

As I tell Brian - WALL.

(No, I did not hit a wall. I was cited for failing to yield at a stop sign. I missed seeing the person coming towards me and he hit the back of my car. The bumper is now in the trunk folded in half.)