Life was pretty good until Saturday night. Ok, so I'm exaggerating. I made the helladumb decision to drive in a snow storm to CT to stay with my mom for a few days. I lost control of my car and careened into a guardrail. As far as I know, my car is not fixable. Lovely. The people who stopped to help me were on their way back home to CT from the White Mountains (oddly enough I was there a few days earlier) so they waited until the police were done doing their thing and my car was towed away. We met my mom in Hartford. My first car is gone, I am so depressed. And fucking pissed. This whole thing was totally preventable. I was an idiot to get in my car and drive in that kind of weather. My car is gone. My insurance is going to skyrocket. I have to finance a new car. I got a ticket for going to fast for conditions. My cat was with me so he is now traumatized. I have a gas guzzler for a rental car. And I got a bill for 65 bucks for talking to my PCP about birth control for 20 minutes. What the fuck.

Anyways, I'll be kicking my ass for a couple weeks about this. I will never drive in a snowstorm again, and if I have to, I will crawl. When something like this happens, you play over and over again in your head what you should and shouldn't have done. This wouldn't have happened if my roommate and I's plans fell through. I shouldn't have been so impatient to visit CT. I should have waited until the morning to drive when it wasn't snowing. I should have pulled over, I should have slowed down, I should have stopped at my sister's for the night. I wonder if there was any way to steer the car so I didn't careen into the friggin guardrail.

Ya know, there's nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is be thankful I wasn't hurt, suck up the dent in my savings account, send a thank you note to the family who stopped to help, shop for a new car, and relax with a cup of hot chocolate. Damn it.