On Friday, I was involved in a car accident. (I dozed off and ended up driving across the median in front of an exit at 60 MPH. Nothing was broken — at least on me — but my ribs hurt.) Everyone telling me how much worse it could have been only helps a little.
Work ended today. I was sick a lot this fall, so earned very much less than I wanted or needed to. And I liked my job. Losing it hurts.
That’s the reason for the double bourbon and coke, okay?