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Sep. 3rd, 2014 07:55 pmI was going to go out tonight, but I didn't. The day was too long and stressful and I just needed to come home and work my puzzle. Like a Romanian.
I took a prescription muscle relaxer for the first time ever just a little while ago, and holy shit nothing makes sense to me anymore. That shit is POWERFUL. I tried reading a bridge article and even though it was just straight reporting of results and not a technical analysis of hands or anything, I just couldn't fucking follow it. It was like trying to read another language. One of the ones I can't read. Which is most of them.
I forgot what I came here to say.
Oh, I was going to bitch about the accident some more. The other guy's insurance is being kind of a butthole about the thing. They haven't denied liability, but they hinted that they were going to because "there was nothing he could have done to avoid the accident." When she said that, I offered to hand over my cell phone records that showed I called the tow company ten minutes before he hit me -- and every other car on the road in that time managed to avoid hitting me at 60mph. When I told her that, she was like "Oh. Let me call him back..." My case is ironclad -- it's absolutely his fault and I have no doubt that I'll prevail on this point, but I don't want to have to fight it. I shouldn't have to. It's fucking ludicrous to think it was anything but his fault. He admitted he wasn't looking at the road, for fuck's sake!
ANYWAY.
I'm going to sleep and maybe have psychadelic dreams because this medication is doing interesting things to me.
I took a prescription muscle relaxer for the first time ever just a little while ago, and holy shit nothing makes sense to me anymore. That shit is POWERFUL. I tried reading a bridge article and even though it was just straight reporting of results and not a technical analysis of hands or anything, I just couldn't fucking follow it. It was like trying to read another language. One of the ones I can't read. Which is most of them.
I forgot what I came here to say.
Oh, I was going to bitch about the accident some more. The other guy's insurance is being kind of a butthole about the thing. They haven't denied liability, but they hinted that they were going to because "there was nothing he could have done to avoid the accident." When she said that, I offered to hand over my cell phone records that showed I called the tow company ten minutes before he hit me -- and every other car on the road in that time managed to avoid hitting me at 60mph. When I told her that, she was like "Oh. Let me call him back..." My case is ironclad -- it's absolutely his fault and I have no doubt that I'll prevail on this point, but I don't want to have to fight it. I shouldn't have to. It's fucking ludicrous to think it was anything but his fault. He admitted he wasn't looking at the road, for fuck's sake!
ANYWAY.
I'm going to sleep and maybe have psychadelic dreams because this medication is doing interesting things to me.
