merylinabarrel

I got hit by a car today walking back to work. I was already halfway across the intersection and this guy in a gigantic truck had a red light, but he rolled way, way out past the stop line and fucking HIT ME. The grill of the car was at my shoulder-height, that's how gigantic this truck was.

The whole time I thought he was going to stop until he actually made contact and then I threw my arms up to protect myself and he stopped. I gave him the dirtiest look and made a "What the hell was that!?" motion and he just stared back and me and held up his hands like, "Don't blame me!" I didn't even say anything, I just continued to look at him for a few seconds and then kept walking.

I was already feeling kind of crappy from this really stupid conversation I had with this guy at work, and this incident made me feel worse. It's going to be okay, though, because tonight I'm going out with Bethany and tomorrow I'm going to Dayton to visit Lauren for the day and night because I couldn't say goodbye last weekend. Even when we knew we'd see each other again this weekend, it was really, really, really sad when she left. I'm going to have to get used to this because it's all I'm going to be doing for the next week and a half.