So I am a little tired, a lot annoyed, and pretty sore.
Saturday I got a DWI. It's bullshit, and they scouted us at the bar, and there were quite a few people getting pulled over and hauled in. But it was my fault, and I accept that totally.
This morning though, I totalled my truck. I was driving into work when a good ways up ahead some people were slamming on their brakes, and instinctively, I did as well. Unfortunately for me though, I drive a standard, and that killed my engine. Once the engine dies, there's no power steering, and it's slower to stop. I smashed my front end into the back of someone. Amazingly, not even a scratch on his vehicle. Mine though, pushed the front end in a few inches, folded my bumper into the radiator, and pushed in enough steel to make opening my door very hard.
I guess I'm lucky it wasn't worse, but I don't feel that way.
I just want to crawl into bed, wake up tomorrow and see this has all been some surreal dream, and that none of it happened.
*sigh*