on Monday the 11th.

Ok. Prior to this, my room mate had gotten in a wreck. His car was in the shop for over a week. He had been using my car to get to work, but I had to give him a couple of rides. He has to be at work at 6:30 or 7. I never have to work until the evenings, so I had to wake up way WAY early for me to take him to work. I did this on Monday the 11th. I dropped him off at work and was driving down the road to get to the exit for the high way to head home and go back to sleep. When I was at the light right before the highway, a woman ran said light and plowed right into me. I went skidding off the road and wound up in a parking lot. I was not hurt, but it scared the hell out of me.

I got out of the car after the initial shock wore off, and no one got out of the other car. I did not get to go over there and talk to the lady that hit me because, as it turns out, she was hurt. She was taken away by paramedics on a stretcher. I hope she is ok. The cops showed up, of course. Unfortunately. I did not have my lisenses on me, nor did I have my insurance card. On my way out the door, I just threw on a bath robe and left.

As for why I did not have my insurance information, prior to this, I had been pulled over for a tail light not working. I found out that my insurance was not current. My current card was probably mailed to my old place. It was set on fire. Long story. Yeah. I have had a bad month and a half or so. The cop told me that all I had to do was fix it and show proof of current insurance. I did this, but, when I showed the insurance to the police, the woman took it from me and did not give it back. It was not that big of a deal since it was just a slip of paper that I printed out myself.

Anyway, the cop told me that I needed to call him later with my insurance information. He said that my car would be ok where it was for at least 48 hours because I was in a parking lot that was not owned by anyone. I said ok. I asked him if I could get a ride one mile down the road to my room mate's work. It was cold, and it was raining slightly. He told me no. He made me walk back that way. I was miserable. I was scared, angry and upset.

After getting to my room mate's work, I talked to the people at the front desk and asked them to get him for me. They did, and I told him what happened. He was going to give me 10 dollars for a taxi, but we had no idea if that was going to get me home or not. I suggested he call our friends instead. He called a few people before waking up our friend Billy, who agreed to come, pick me up and take me back home. I sat around in the break room, half awake, and waited for him. He picked me up and took me home.

After I got home, I pulled up the insurance information in my e-mail and called the cop back. I gave it to him and, from the way he was talking to me, he was trying to make me feel like it was my fault. It pissed me off when I was already tired and very upset. I was not kind to him, but I did not resort to things like vulgarity or anything like that. I did not yell and scream, but how is he going to blame me when she hit me? How?

Anyway, after that, I passed out for about four hours. When I woke up. I saw that my insurance company had called me. I called them back, and they asked me questions about it. They told me that they had already sent someone out to the car to look at it. They, further, said that there was someone there looking to tow the car off the lot because someone did own that lot. The cop lied to me. He refused to drive me somewhere, and he made it seem like it was my fault. He is a dick. Ugh. The more I deal with cops, the less I like them. I have had numerous bad experiences with them now.

I am going to miss that car. It was a 1997 Ford Thunderbird, and it was a great car. It was my first car, and I had had it for more than 10 years. It is a part of me. I have a lot of emotions and memories attached to that car. Nothing can truly replace it. A part of me died that day. *sigh* I am depressed just thinking about it.