That's what my Grandpa Trinklein used to say when he got really mad - "hot dangit!"
And I'm really mad.
I have more problems in my back than I thought and I have to see a neurosurgeon now, which also means I'm going to have to get a lawyer. I haven't said much about it, I guess, but the guy who hit me wasn't exactly, legally, supposed to be driving that car. I mean, I guess I hoped that things would be minor enough to not warrant too much drama.
I hate drama.
I don't have time for drama.
Inexplicably, drama finds me anyway. Every time.
I'd hoped this drama wouldn't warrant lawyers and paperwork and expenditure of precious time. So, hot dangit, I'm mad. I don't have time for this crap and I just want to magic it all away, but that isn't working. I've been trying.
Just thought you'd like to know.
Wake-up Playlist: Claude Debussy, Reverie
Daily Bliss: Big, giant pretzels with lots of salt