04/12/2002 Archived Entry: "More thoughts"

I am waiting for the network administrator who is called Tim to call me back and continue working a problem with me. I will no doubt be here for several more minutes.

Two days ago, my father was in a monstrous car accident. He appears to be OK, though his car was completely destroyed. While traveling to work on US-59, he hit a freeway divider and his car was spun across all three lanes of traffic and into many tiny pieces. He hit his head against the side window, but was otherwise uninjured, which is nothing short of miraculous considering the severity of the accident. He's recovering at home right now, feeling stiff and sore and with a huge headache, which the doctors seem to think is probably a mild brain swelling. My mom is watching him, though, and he has drugs. We shall see.

One of the reasons he's feeling so bad right now is because of the car-shopping trip; shortly after the accident, when the insurance adjuster pronounced the words "total loss," he began the process of buying a new car. His daily commute is close to 40 miles one-way, and a car is an absolute necessity. So, he spent most of Wednesday and a good part of Thursday running around to the bank and to car dealerships. Not the best restorative, to be sure.

I have found myself trapped into going to a wedding with Mistress tonight. I've been dreading it, since the last one she dragged me to was terribly, terribly long and I thought I was going to pass out before it was over. There were speeches. There were songs. There were wedding vows. There was a Unity Candle. There were True Love Waits vows. There were more speeches. I would have gladly gouged out my own eyeballs if I could have, if only to make the hurting stop. Mistress assures me that the one for which we're bound tonight will be shorter, though I have my doubts.

The only way I can get through it is to force myself to think of it as a learning experience. Our own wedding date is January 11, 2003--the more weddings we go to from now until then, the more experience and ideas I'll have that can be applied to our own wedding. Or something like that.

Sweetie, if you're reading this, I love you and I'll go anywhere with you--even to places I don't want to go, as long as I can at least bitch about it.

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