"He made my heart stop palpitatin' every time he came hear"

I have had a hell of a month this week.
Really just the past few days.

You see, Wednesday night I went out for dinner. "I'm going to dinner, I'll be back soon!" I cheerfully announced.
Then I got lost on the way to Friendly's, where I was meeting Don and Bob. Not just once, oh no, I got lost three times.
When I finally found my way, for real, it was dark and it was snowing. I was distracted. So when the light with the sign next to it that says "Left turn yield on green" turned green, I hit the accelerator...

...and then I hit the van.
I'm fine. The people in the van are fine. The guy driving the van was a dickhead, but I think he was like that before the accident.
I got out to see if he and all his passengers were okay. They were. He got out to insinuate that I had intentionally slammed my car into him (at 3 mph...) . Then he asked if I was on drugs. How you leap to that without asking if the person has been drinking first is beyond me, but that's not the point. I gave him a "Are you shitting me?" look and said no and he told me I was going to be tested anyways. Then he asked if I had a camera on me, and I told him no. He didn't either.

So he called the police, and I, in tears, called Don and Bob. I was only a block away from them so I figured they could help me. I had realized that I could not deal with this man -- the true definition of "crotchety old pain in the ass" -- on my own. Honestly, I don't think there is a better candidate for drug testing...skip the rats, just try everything on him. He could at least maybe help out mankind that way, cause I'm sure he hasn't done anything beneficial to the planet in decades.
Seriously, he was acting like the accident looked like the picture there, instead of a minor dent in his van's side door and a smashed headlight (and corner) on my car. It was all very, very minor, not at all the fifty car pile-up he thought it was.

Anyways, it probably didn't help his attitude that after he opened his mouth the first time all of the witnesses who had stopped immediately flocked over to my car to make sure I was okay, and to assure me that it was just a car and everything would be okay. You know, those things the witnesses always say because they're feeling awkward enough without somebody bursting into tears in front of them? Yeap.

Anyways, the cop also got sick of the old fogey, and was really nice to me.
Unfortunately, after Don and Bob took me to dinner...they no longer had time to take me back to school and I couldn't drive in the snow and the dark without my headlight. So we went to Don's apartment and picked up some art supplies he needed and then made the trek to Bob's house. I spent the night there.
The next day (after I e-mailed my professor and told him I wouldn't be in class) we all went off to Philly so Don could meet his client. Then we headed back to Bob's house. The plan was to get me to my car that night, but we were running late and it got dark and snowed, again.
Except this time the roads froze. We holed up in Bob's house for the night.

Don said the sweetest thing to Bob on the way to Philly, and I want to share it with all of you: "I can't imagine why I wasn't writing your name on my notebooks with hearts in middle school."
Say it with me now: Awwww!

This morning we got my car, I drove back to campus, and made it to my anthropology class for the first time all semester. I forgot to get a syllabus but oh well. In fact, I went to all my classes, called the insurance company, and did a whole bunch of stuff.
And then I got to my room, thought for a second, and realized I am absolutely shit-faced, can't-stand-up-straight exhausted. So I didn't go to work tonight. Which is bad because I'm taking tomorrow off too.

Unfortunately, I msised the Pretty Person of the Week, my audition that I'd decided to go to (thanks to Sue's advice!), and two meetings I had on Thursday. It was all taken care of so it was fine, but it was a little disappointing.

Meanwhile, I was reminded of this thing that I'd done before by Pete Ross...so I did it again.


Cilian Murphy? Nick Lachey? Yeah I'm okay with this. Really okay.