Prime just got home not 5 minutes ago. He rang the doorbell for me to come out and look at the car. I wish I hadn't: There's a ding on the driver's side.
Seems someone ran a stop sign and hit our car. Prime's fine (we drive a 20 year old tank; it's nicknamed Tankor, for pit's sake) but we'll have to deal with all the lovely bullshit that comes from reporting an accident.
Like I said, I fucking hate this month. Bring on November.
--Weasel, "All I wanna do is curl up with the DVD player and watch Transformers. Escapism might help relieve this bullshit."
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