The past weekend had been simultaneously one of the best weekends (well, best day) followed by nothing but things that have made my heart sore.
Halloween is my favorite holiday. It usually marks the start of what counts as Fall for Los Angeles, and it’s a day where creativity and spooky and everything is just celebrated. Weirdos get to be weird without worrying about to much fall out. Especially those who keep their weirdness hidden.
The past couple of Halloweens have been not fantastic. But the majority of this one was great. I got to spend it with people I care a great deal for, I played in the Shadowrun game I had to drop out of early in quarantine. It had been a really, really good day.
It ended with my car being hit shortly after I parked in front of my home. I was still in my car when it happened, which I’ve determined is actually a good thing, despite the minor injuries I sustained (bruising, whiplash, more headaches than normal). I know exactly what happened to my car, which alleviates so much stress. I’m worried about the deductible my insurance is going to charge if the car isn’t totaled, the bill I am expecting from Kaiser because I did go to the emergency room. And what happens if my car is totaled. And then everything else has just kind of gone downhill, and I’m 15 kinds of overwhelmed. The election dragging on is not helping.
My heart hurts in a way it hasn’t in a long time because of everything. And it’s throwing me off to a point of struggling just to get out of bed. But I will, if only because I must.
That’s it for now.
Shpunkey 