I'm sorry about the state of my blog. I'm nursing a funk and haven't had the energy or the inclination to find things to write about - I glower at the news, repaint my nails every other day, take Advil, watch movies, curse at my iPhone, drink beer, and avoid any sudden movements lest I anger the muscles in my neck. I did manage some pumpkin muffins last night, adding Craisins and chopped walnuts to make myself feel better - as if a handful of dried fruit and nuts magically makes baked goods healthy.
And you know, I hate to bitch, I really do - but I've had a not-so-great week. I spent most of Monday and all of Tuesday in bed and on Wednesday, I congratulated myself on actually getting up and taking a shower. Thursday morning, I had a teensy panic attack while driving to work and on Friday, it started to snow.
I drove my hooptie to the police station for copies of the incident/accident reports, and...found a typo that had the potential to cause me to get screwed by the insurance more than I probably will already. I had to call and ask to make the necessary corrections. My conversation with the patrolman felt like this: "Hello, Officer, this the librarian from the hit/skip accident last Sunday, remember me? Well, I, umm...found a typo in your accident report. Yes, I'm editing your work, and yes, I'm the world's biggest nerd but...could you just fix it?"
I also learned that the other driver hit me the second time in his attempt to flee the scene (which would explain why the second impact felt harder than the first - he was apparently trying to accelerate through me.)
So on top of everything, I have to deal with the frustration of not being allowed to hunt the bastard down and beat the ever living shit out of him.