I can't believe how angry i am. Sitting here with my morning tea, a car that is not driveable and wee little black and blue and/or tender bits all over my arms and chest. When i think about the accident, i feel such rage at the man who caused it. I drive an old car, and did not carry collision on it... so, looks like unless i want to try some home repair on the driver's seat that is bent backwards or want to be on Judge Judy, i am carless again. Poop.

Well, it took less than 6 months. My first car accident. Nowhere near my fault, thank goodness. I was stopped waiting for someone who was waiting for someone to make a left hand turn into his own driveway, when some dumb fuck of an old man plowed into the back of me. He had been weaving for a mile or two behind me, i assume to try and pass me, the guy in front of me and the guy in front of him because we were all going the speed limit of 35 on Brighton, headed west near Delaware. So, when we all stopped, he either did not realize and tried to swerve to his right slightly, catching the left hand side of my back bumper. Or, what i think happened was that he excelerated to pass me on the right by going on the shoulder and, well, didn't, missing the shoulder and hitting my bumper instead.

As if i wasn't bruised enough from all the times i needed to be poked to get enough blood for my tests (3 more today, to get the 3 tubes of blood needed).

If anyone saw a redheaded chick driving a stuttering blue Saturn with bandaids all over her arms around the Buffalo General/Roswell Park area late this morning, then you had an (e:peep) sighting.

How is it possible that 2 phlebotemists could not manage to draw 3 viles of blood from any vein in any part of either of my arms? Needles in the back of my hands hurt like mad and i let them try both hands. They tried around both elbows. They tried the back and front of both arms, above and below my elbows. I feel like someone took a baseball bat to my arms. And i get to do it all over again.... tomorrow or the next day; whenever i am brave enough, i reckon. Shit, i am sure i could have done a better job myself. I never had trouble hitting a vein before.... but my motivations were slightly different back then.

On the upside of life, i may have stopped the stuttering of my car. I hope the dude at the Valvoline Oil Change in West Seneca was right, i just needed a new transmission filter... 'cause damn, if my Blue Bitch isn't running smoother than she has run since i got her.

(e:MrMike), i am such a bad fellow (e:peep)... i was at the zoo today, checking out the new exhibit and i did not call. I hang my head in shame. And, i totally need to get your work number (again?), so i won't ever repeat the social faux pas another time. Nice digs, though. I am looking forward to being on zoo grounds in the middle of winter in that nice toasty 80ish degrees... and be somewhere without getting rammed in the back of the legs with a stroller!! Woo hoo!!!

Today, (e:Uncutsaniflush) and i decided to go for a walk at the new Greenway park at the waterfront (Buffalo News ). When we got there, some idiot Canadian with bikes was having a hard time parking, so we decided to take the very first spot by the entry.

When walking towards the pathway, we saw some broken glass in an empty spot and thought that perhaps someone left their car overnight.

Perhaps not.

When we returned from our walk, approaching the parking lot, the young couple that had just passed us with their toddler in a stroller were freaking out. My first thought was that they were having a fight. Then, i heard her say something about a credit card. And, there it was, a bright yellow SUV with a smashed passenger window.

She was very upset, holding her child, and he was trying his best to calm her and clean up the mess of wee square pieces of car glass.

(e:Uncutsaniflush) lent him his cell phone so they could call the police, but after about half an hour of waiting with them, the Buffalo Police still had not arrived.

We asked if they needed anything else or use of our cell phone before making our way back home.

So, (e:peeps), be very careful if you decide to go for a walk at the new Greenway waterfront park and want to park your car in the Bell Slip parking lot. At the very least, hide your valuables.

Today, while on my way home from a Day Hab on Millersport, my car started acting up -- AGAIN. Damn it.

Unfortunately, i was on Millersport in a 45 MPH zone, but my car would not go over 25 safely, so, i moved over to the right and put on my 4 ways. Not much else i could do while i sputtered along, waiting to get to the next time i could get off that road for a slower paced one.

Would you believe some asshole took the time to tail me, honk at me, give me the finger, then when i thought he was finally going to pass me, he decided to hurl a loogie at my window? Some asshat actually spit at me because my car was going too slow?

I fucking hate the suburbs...