today has been a fascinating day at work. i got to put my hands on some equipment as well as seeing the newest biggest hottest thing in the lab. then some guy came from minneapolis (no one on my shift had any idea he was showing up, or i'm totally oblivious) to explain some stuff to us that we supposedly were meant to be clued in about long ago. i am still baffled by the architecture but i have come to expect that. i'm sure it's all proprietary so i won't say anything here and it would probably be extremely boring anyways.

last night the fun was that i got to watch the miami game (most of it, at least) and we won, and the entire game was very tense.

i am spinning my wheels on the two most pressing tasks in my life, which are dealing with the accident and moving. dealing with the accident is going to be hard when i have NO information about it due to the police report not getting filed yet. that makes a domino effect of any other efforts being somewhat pointless. i have had alot of advice about how to handle it which has amazingly included getting a lawyer which i'm thinking isn't actually in my plan. packing, well, i guess all i can say on that is that i have been slacking off. i need more boxes. alot more. i haven't been feeling well. i'm down to 9 days until the movers come; that's still a long time. i'll chalk it up to every spare moment between now and then should be spent on the effort.

i have about a million phone calls to make right now, but i just have to take time to take note of the past 12 hours' or so events. i will start at the end by saying MY *&^@ *@&#^*%^ CAR HAS BEEN TOTALED AGAIN. on the way home from nation last night i was hit by a possibly drunk driver in rockville. he was a little surprised when i jumped out of my car and started screaming, "THIS IS NOT FUCKING HAPPENING AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" there are many worst parts to this scenario, i am not sure where to even begin with them. having to find another car to buy, having to call a million people, having to have gone through the drunk test myself in the middle of the street, having to relive this awful feeling of what could i have done to prevent this??? over and over, being extremely sore, having my knees bruised and my thumb burned AGAIN exactly like last time, having to go to some tow lot to take my belongings out of my poor, sad, dead little car... the list goes on and on. every time i think about it at all i begin to laugh and cry at the same time. at least this time it was in no way my fault and they took the guy away in cuffs. i'm not sure why but i guess it will say on the police report. at least i can say that i think the ford aspire (oh my poor little car!!!! it just passed emissions!!!!) is a very safe car to get in an accident in.

there was a good part to my night. in fact i would venture to say it was the best night i ever had at nation. i was there for the very beginning of the Damned show, and it was AWESOME. i was right up front, only 2 feet away from Dave Vanian!!! he is everything i hoped, he is the goth elvis god. i worship. the opening band, tiger army, wasn't too bad either, in a punk way i guess. not that i want to throw that word around, having no cred with which to do that whatsoever. anyways, the damned have added a female bassist, i think she is dave's woman, and she is THE BOMB. she is incredible. i was completely stoked after hearing most of the set and i wandered off to let someone else get battered by crowd surfers.

i found out that several old friends were at the club, people i haven't seen in YEARS. jay looked so awesome and freakeden did too and it was so great to see them. in addition to that, jack informed me that i may have flipped the dancing switch on him so now he likes dancing. this makes me happy. it was such a good night. and the real irony of all this is that i was really really worried about jack getting home, in fact i was thinking all the way back of all these horrible horrifying scenarios of him calling me telling me he'd been in an accident. and then i ended up calling him. what a mess. what a terrible mess. and i had such a wonderful night, too. it's a damn shame. oh well, i better get my ass in gear and make more phone calls to sort all this out. and a doctor's appointment. dammit.

there are always things in life that you think, "i'd sure like to do that before i croak". experiencing your airbag inflating is NOT one of those things.

you know the short merge lane getting on 295 north off of howard street in anacostia? bits of my car have joined all the other bits of car that litter that shoulder. i'm ok, the other guy is ok. my car... is not ok. that new bowling ball i got? it's in the trunk in some lot in southeast right now. i... well, i am really sorry that this happened. all i could think in that split second when you realize you're getting into an accident is that i knew my life would be different, and not in a better way, after this.

the up side is, i got to see the biggest chair in the world, from the tow truck on the way to the lot. and i do have a very good insurance policy, which will make this less painful for me in the short run. i wonder if somehow in the past few weeks i've been learning a lesson of some sort. or there is some kind of justice being meted out. but that's really a silly way of thinking of it; things just happen.

i want my car back so bad.