IT does. It always fucking does.
So this afternoon, I went to buy some black pants for the funeral because I don't really have good formal funeral clothes. It went alright and I manged to find a decent pair. But of course, the universe can't leave well enough alone. My car was parked in front of my friend's house, where I have parked it a thousand times before. Someone backing out of a driveway across the street smacked into my car, cracking the rear quarter panel by the wheel well. Seriously. Someone hit my goddamn car right before I have to drive out of town for the funeral. I was so angry I passed right through it into eerie calm. The saving mercy of the situation was that the woman responsible was mortified, immediately called her insurance and claimed responsibility and so it is just about handled. I have an appointment for when I get back from the funeral to take my car in for the repair. Of course, I drove straight away to my regular mechanic and had him take a look at the car to verify the damage appears entirely structural and that it hasn't shifted the wheel out of alignment or anything. Thank all my lucky stars for Dave's Auto, because they are the nicest human beings on the planet right now. Brad & Nathan each took my car around the block to check the handling and poked at it with great sympathy. They are fucking amazing.
I'm okay, except that I'm probably not okay in my head. I'm upset and angry and sad. So if I'm weird in the coming days, I beg your forgiveness in advance. I know I lean heavily on you sometimes, my friends. You are very good to me and I hope I am half as good a friend to you. I'm trying hard to be grown up and reasonable, but all I want to do is cry right now.
I know we always feel helpless in the face of hard times on the internet. But if you want to post sexy pictures of Daniel Craig or Alan Rickman, or send me cat macros or vampire fanfic, you know, that always makes me feel better.
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