Car-ma

Any vehicle accident I have been in involves Edmonton. My first one happened on the way to Edmonton for a tournament. The second was when my car was parked outside K&D's place when I started working up here. The third was driving back to K&D's at night from meeting the fencing bus. And the latest, this past Monday, was on my way to work, where I was the front vehicle in a three-vehicle fender-bender. And while I felt okay that day, I don't feel so good now. And I have to hand-write a three-hour final tomorrow, which with how painful my hands have become, I wasn't looking forward to in the first place. Joyous.

Mom says that I should sell my car and get a new one, because there's obviously some bad karma between my Grand Prix and Edmonton. Alas, 'tis not in the budget right now, as Mike just bought a new car, and we can only afford one car payment at a time. Someday.

In the meantime, I will just try to ignore the growing pain in my shoulder and neck, write my final tomorrow, be miserable all weekend and possibly after, and then try to recover from all the machinations in my life that have conspired to leave me in pain and unable to concentrate for very long, or relax.

I so didn't mean for this to be a depressing post, but I hardly slept at all last night, and I cannot seem to gather enough positive thoughts right now to put down in text. Forgive me; I will try to be sunnier when I post next.