My weekend:
Sat night: Go out on a date and find out afterwards that the girl you've been wanting for a while doesn't like you "that way", etc.
Overnight: Get only about 5 hours of sleep (my average for the past week).
Sunday morning: Have to get up to go to work, which I never work weekends and especially not Sunday, but we have some big corporate people coming in today so we had to make the place perfect.
Sunday morning: On way to work while driving out the parking lot from apartment complex miss the exit driveway and run over the divider betweeen entry drive and exit drive (glare from sun made me not be able to see at all).
Both airbags blew, the frame is bent, both front windows are shattered (from the frame bending, I think it's some kind of [expensive] safety feature), a little bit of the convertible top is ripped, and that's just what I can see. My car that I just got in June (it's a 1995 LeBaron, used obviously) is now probably totalled.
So yes, I can feel your pain. {{{stargirl}}}
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