![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So all was good and I was looking forward to a better day at work today and getting back into fic for tonight. Anissa and I were actually discussing plot for her fic when BAM! Some kid in a trunk runs a red light and whacks us in the nose. There's a pretty bad storm passing through and now we've been in a wreck. In November we collide with a deer, now a teenager in Daddy's truck without his insurance card. And the cop doesn't even cite him for it. Because he swears he was in the right. It's pouring and we have no independent witness [I don't count]. So, we're in a storm watch, I was supposed to be at work half an hour ago, I'm still shaking and freaked out, and mad enough to pound this kid like a tent stake.
And I have to go to work after this.
I want a fucking cigarette.
And I have to go to work after this.
I want a fucking cigarette.