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So I slept lie 3+ hours last night after I posted, so I'm feeling good about my total sleep time this week. As for right now, I drank a bunch of Grey Goose and Everclear with Robyn, Dan, and Nathan so I should for sure sleep. Right? Balls. Just wanted to tell you guys that even drunk I still have insomnia. I would love to sleep. I'm super relaxed. I'm barely coherent. But not tired...
Son of a bitch.

Anyway. Ima lay down. If I'm not still staring at the ceiling in 4 hours wishing I could sleep, I'll be pleasantly surprised.

Now, to keep you guys from getting too bored to keep reading my blog, I shall tell you the story of my car accident. Now what I like to say is that I got hit by a boat about a mile from Gibson Island. What I don't always mention is that Gibson Island is a city and the boat was on a trailer. ...I'm driving down the highway minding my own business at about 5 am and this nutcase in a pickup totally cuts me off. My defensive driving kicked in and I was able to slow enough to not get hit by his dumb ass. It all would have been fine except he was towing a 27 foot boat with no lights on the trailer. Needless to say I couldn't see it in the dark so I thought I was in the clear. But as I watched the truck straighten out in front of me my car was slammed on the left side. I looked in that direction but could not tell what hit me. This is because the boat trailer was against my car below window level and the boat itself had come free from its bindings and was ON TOP OF MY MOTHERFUCKING CAR. The weight of the boat was enough to warp the roof and crack my windshield, but the real damage was done when the boat, carried by the momentum of assface's truck, slid off my roof and landed rather soundly on my hood. It bounced off the hood and skidded 140 feet down the road, coming to a stop sideways but still right-side up in the left turn lane of Ritchie Highway.
So thats the story of the time I owned a Saturn for two weeks.