I abide by Murphy's Law.

Today I went out to the farm around 11 am. Casey met me out there, and left around noon. I tried to leave shortly thereafter, but the law said, "NO!"

You see, my truck is still all f-ed up. Her bumper's hangin' pretty low. Actually, it's hanging low enough to catch on the edge of a bitchin' pot-hole and get smashed against my tire. Bringing me to an abrupt stop. I know better than to drive with that rubbing my tire. So I parked in the middle of the dirt road to wait. I was on a horse farm, surely someone with a big truck and a chain would drive by any minute.

Or, 75.

Hey, someone showed up, and that's all that mattered. Well, my 2 o'clock final mattered too, but because my professor actually knows me by name I got off easy. She didn't think I was trying to get out of the final. Plus, who makes up a message like, "Hi Professor Hunter, this is The Q from your Government class. It's about 12:15, and I am desperately trying to make it to the 2 o'clock final, but I am stranded on a horse farm in Pflugerville. See, my bumper was damaged from a previous wreck, and I hit a pot hole and now it's mushed up against my tire. (chuckle) I even got it appraised for repair today.. Anyway, I wanted to let you know I'd be late. Call me if you need to, 512-555-5555. Bye!"

She even called back and left a reassuring message. I sat in the bed of my truck in the sunshine and studied while I chain smoked and waited for someone to show up and help me. It was almost nice.

I made it to the final by about 2:30, and she seemed please and surprised to see me. I finished the exam with time to spare. I just hope she can read it. It's a six page hand-written essay. Anyone who has ever seen my hand-writing knows how problematic this might be.

I managed to get everything done by 4:30 today. The big ass paper, the movie watchin' and quiz taking, even a little studying prior to my afternoon exam.
Let us all turn and wave goodbye to the Fall semester. It's over! Finals are at the end of next week - time off 'til then!
So I was thinking about chillin' out, finally, when I got a call from the insurance company of the woman who hit me.

I guess that should actually be re-phrased.

Her HUSBAND'S insurance company. Funny thing is, he wasn't driving, and she is explicitly excluded from the policy. She is un-insured. (I did thank myself at this point for waiting to answer calls until after I was done with school work today.)

So I'm wondering: Can a ticket be issued retroactively? I mean, I know my insurance company is going to sue her in the end, but I'd really like to slap an extra fine on there for shits and giggles NOW. Besides, beyond it being against the law to drive without insurance or a licence, wasn't it illegal for her to present her HUSBAND'S insurance policy to the cop as if it were her own as well? I could already be half-way to a repaired car by now if I hadn't been waiting on her insurance company.

I'm thinking hate mail, too. I have her home address, and thanks to Google, I know where she works, too.

A Break in the Clouds -

Well, sort of.

Things sure did get worse before they got any better. Specifically, the wreck I had Sunday after work. I HAD been on my way to school to study. What do you do after a wreck on a Sunday afternoon? Get really drunk.

Next time I really need a reminder that my "awake meds" totally negate my Irish blood, and I cannot drink as much as I think I can.

Summary of wreck:
While I was heading South on Guadalupe a woman going the other direction decided to turn left while at an unprotected light. Our two vehicles became intimate.

From the right lane I check to make sure that my vehicle is still drivable, and tell her I am going to pull into the next parking lot.

After finding my purse in the mess on the floor-boards I walk back to the intersection to realize she is gone.

I call in the hit and run. So does she - down the street. Enter witness: She tells me that I did in fact have the right of way and offers her help. She had an adorable dog in her truck.

Cop brings lady back and her "statement" is so full of bull shit that I decide it's best if I avoid interaction. I am liable to use my fists.

Her husband later comes up to me and says, "I heard her side of the story, but I want to know what happened." Always a sign of a good relationship.

In the end I called my witness and she came back, with the cute dog. Woman got two tickets - driving without her licence, and failure to yield to traffic.

Poor Deuce, she looks like Grubb now.

Hooray for insurance BS now.

The good part? I got an 80 on that quiz. Hey, it's something.