Well first I worked midnight to eight, which I was ok with since that allows me to play hockey in the morning at Wolfe's Pond. But at work I was tossing a wooden skid into the garbage truck and a rope on the skid that I hadn't seen since it was dark out wrapped around my head and sort of painfully whipped my head forward. It felt like the wood had slapped me across the head but the pain subsided eventually.
Later my partner and I snuck into the garage 2 full hours early for a nap which was great in theory, except halfway through my nap it got a little colder out. So I got up in the dark and was looking for my coat to toss on top of myself when I poked my eye on something and it hurt like hell. My right eye was in a ton of pain and both my eyes were watering for a long time after that.
So anyway, the sky looks overcast but I was hopeful that maybe I could still play some hockey. I stopped at a gas station in New Jersey and I'm stopped, waiting for one of the pumps to open up. Someone who is already at one of the pumps apparently gets frustrated that the gas station attendants are taking to long, so he puts his car into reverse and without looking he guns it. Of course he rams right into my car.
What was even better is he looks at my car and is convinced there's no damage; my front left tire is titled to the side and looks like its going to fall off. Great. I tried moving it up a little and there was this huge grinding noise which makes it even more promising once I get the estimate back. I could tell the guy didn't want to file a police report but I called the cops and had one made up anyway just so that there's written proof of it just in case he would turn around and somehow blame me for it.
So anyway, no hocks, although it rained anyway as if to insure that I wasn't going to play at all. I waited for an hour for my family to show up to give me a ride back to Staten, and for the tow truck to come pick my car up. Now I'm without a car for at least a week I figure, which is brilliant for Valentine's Day, which it will probably snow during anyway, thus forcing me to work some crazy 12 hour shift at work.
When we got home my father pestered me about cleaning out the garage as if it were the most important task in the world even though he knew I had to call up my insurance company to file a claim, that it was now roughly 11 am and I had been up since 9 pm the night before, and that I probably still stunk from work and needed a shower.
Then my parents got into a fight with each other since my mom felt considering all that had happened it was ridiculous that he was getting so angry about something so trivial such as cleaning out the garage (which is 99% his stuff, mine is simply a bicycle and a box of hockey gear). So after my mom stormed off my father pulled one of his usual moves ("are you happy now? You got what you wanted.") where he claims I purposely instigated the fight because he believes I enjoy seeing him be yelled at when in truth I always feel absolutely horrible when they're arguing over something because of me.
I think if I wasn't as mellow about things as I am, I would have gone crazy. I probably should have gone crazy. Instead I jogged to the train station, took it a few stops over to my local commerce and cashed my check. I took out money for my bills (such a great day to be have to be handing over tons of money) and basically went back home and took a nap.
At least when I woke up we went out for Thai food which was good (and on the + side I didn't poke my eye out this time), that and my sister bought me a reese's heart and my mom bought me a dachshund calendar. I still miss Dawn though and I'm not happy about not seeing her tomorrow since now she's forty miles away and I'm without a car. At least when I talk to Dawn on the phone I feel better about everything, she has that sort of power

, which is something I love about her

. I really love her so much.

"Today" by the Smashing Pumpkins is playing, and it feels like the most appropriate theme song for my day so far, especially considering Billy's sarcastic lyrics.