November

SO, I had this little blog all planned and written about how I was going to do a "mini NaNoWriMo" this year because I just missed NaNo so darn much.

Then I was in a car accident Thursday night.

I was on my way to campus and some guy in a black car ran a stop side and just plowed into the passenger side of my car. I'm fine. Bruised and stiff, but fine. Actually, my boob is bruised from the seat belt, which is weird and uncomfortable.

I got out of the car. The guys on the corner (read: drug dealers) are all shouting at me to call 911 and I never even saw the guy that hit me. So I call 911 and Andy and wait.

This is in North Philly on a desolate stretch of road between two housing projects near Temple campus. It was scary.

Then this guy comes up (three teeth in his head) and asks if I can "help a brother out." I'm so confused I asked him what he means. Money. Couple of bucks. I tell him to fuck off. The fact that I was taller than him and starred him down was probably the only thing that prevented me from being mugged.

After he left, I went all weak in the knees. This was really scary. Then Andy showed up (thankfully, he was off work and nearby) so it wasn't so scary.

30 minutes later I call 911 again to check if the police are coming. They will, I'm told. I'm thinking, "Yeah, right." Half the force is looking for a cop killer. No one is coming to my little hit and run.

It gets near six and the sun is going down. The drug dealers tell me that even they go home after dark and the police are never going to come to this neighborhood. I have my phone out and am about to call 911 again to tell them never mine, when the police show up. It's a miracle!

Half and hour later, I'm on my way home by my nerves are still shaky.

The damage to my car is $5,000 and the frame might be bent, so there's still a chance it will be a total loss. The guys at the body shop told me it was amazing I could drive the car home considering the damage. The front passenger door is so badly bent, there is a two inch gap between the door and the roof. It's bad.

I was told it will take approx. 20 days to repair my car. Basically, it's getting an new right side. Everything was bent or rippled. The doors won't even open.

I went to the hospital and had x-rays taken. My chest hurts. It hurts to take a deep breathe, but that might be muscle bruising and not a broken bone. I'll find out on Monday. I'm taking a muscle relaxer that makes me sleepy. So I'm stiff during the day but fine at night.

At the end of this, Andy said, "Good thing you're not doing NaNo this year. Think how far down on your word count you'd be."

Yeah, this would have been a major setback. As it is, I've got just enough energy to do my homework.