Do you ever have those moments where you just know that one little thing could push you right over the edge? Yeah, that's me right now. And that little thing just happened while I was trying to change a fuse in my car (my windows won't roll up, which was the second to last straw).
I had the hood of my car up, my dad had his flashlight trained on the fusebox, I had already changed the fuse and my windows STILL wouldn't roll up...then BAM, the stupid fucking hood came crashing down on me (goddamn '87 BMW's and their stupid fucking hoods).
Before the remainder of the hood had a chance to come to a stop upon my wrist, the corner of the hood was kind enough to bash me in the temple on the way down. Lovely.
I called Micah (crying) and told him I wouldn't make practice tonight. Not only does my wrist hurt really bad, but I'm crying audibly and I just don't think I can deal with anything but sitting next to Elvis, as close to my space-heater as possible right now.
My band just texted me asking if I need anything, specifically "god's pillow" (chocolate croissant bread pudding from Masa)...I really do love my friends.