Bad medicine

This morning I opened the most terrifying piece of mail I have ever received, which was a "Claim for Hospital Lien" from the women who got hurt in my accident. Apparently she was in the hospital for two weeks and it cost $23,066, which I, according to the paperwork "may be liable for."

...except that the accident WASN'T MY FAULT.

And also AAAUUUUUUUUGGGGH.

I immediately called my parents, of course, who said it's probably just paperwork that the hospital has to send out, and then my insurance company, who also said not to worry about it, but oh my god the horror. The horror.

And I can't help but think, kind of spitefully, that oh, now they seem to remember my name, but couldn't recall it to give their insurance company to pay for my car. Huh.

I am sorry she was so badly hurt. But I wasn't the one running the red light.

And now my head hurts. What a scary day, and it's not even 10. And then at 10 I have to open. Ajahgdksghk.

Before I forget...

I got so distracted by snow and AAUUGH BILLS!!1 earlier that I almost forgot!

Happy birthday thistlerose! I hope this year brings you much goodness, much writing, and much joy.

Here is my favorite picture of Chris Pine that I stole from thalialunacy. Bonus Simon Pegg is bonus!