September 12th, 2005

To begin...

...let me say that I am really and truly fine. I'm stiff and stressed, but that's about it.

As of about 5 p.m. Friday, my car is totalled. I was in stop and go traffic on 696; the person in front of me stopped, and I didn't. I am deeply impressed with air bag and crumple zone technology. I'm okay, the other driver looked okay, and the other car wasn't obviously badly damaged. She lost the back fascia to her bumper and drove the vehicle away on her own without any apparent trouble.

My car is an ex-car. The engine was willing to start, but getting it to drive to the side of the road involved fairly aggressively bad noises. On an 8 year old car with nearly 200,000 miles and PLPD insurance, this is a death knell.

Thanks to dawnwolf for driving through rush hour traffic to come pick me up, pheca for the vehicle loan, tank of gas, and overall moral support, and delosd for deliberately irritating me so I would have someone I could hit. (I confirmed that this was indeed planning, not chance.) And thanks to Freon for the fact that I am likely to have a replacement vehicle within the next week.

Apologies to brendand and the Chez Netmouse crew for missing the birthday party.

This was the first time I've been in a car wreck this bad. This brought home the concept that I could have died in a way that the cancer never, ever did. If I'm a little distracted this week, that might be why.

On the plus side, the resulting current life review is so far only turning up regrets about my romatic errors of omission and commission. And I want to succeed in moving to East Lansing so I can spend less time commuting and more time studying.

I've been joking with friends that I should arrange to get married and adopt a child before New Years. Then I can just name 2005 Treebones Year of Life Stress Maximization. (: