And then *sniffle* WAH!

Another tough day, the kind when you're going so fast fast fast that you are totally exhausted by 3 but must continue to push fast fast fast, and it's been over a week like this. Then, exhausted and tense and a trifle distracted, I rear-ended a Beamer in stop-and-go traffic on the way home. The driver was terribly nice and apologetic that he needed to ask for my info; it was a leased car, otherwise he would let the fender-bender go. Then a weirdly awkward but amiable moment when we realized neither of us has been in an accident before, so we didn't really know what to exchange or how to proceed. Eventually we sorted it out.

And then I got home all weepy because of a bad day + car accident, and I proceeded to mess up the falafel I was attempting to prepare for dinner, and then I stared in a catatonic state at the television for a while. Did you know there's a TV show where people compete to be the best mentalist, which is like a cross between a psychic and a stage magician?

...Learning this did not make me feel much better.

I sort of wish that the earth would just swallow me up. Or better yet, maybe my nice, soft blankets would swallow me while I have sweet dreams tonight, and I'd never have to return to the harsh and nasty world.