Bad day

I was supposed to go to the gay pride parade with Melissa & other friends today but everyone backed out. I was disappointed.

Because I was bored just sitting at home, I decided to go on Craigslist to find furniture for my future apartment with Laura. I came across a great IKEA wardrobe, so I made arrangements to pick it up in Wicker Park. Before I got into the truck, I had a hunch that I shouldn't drive at all today, but of course I didn't listen to myself.

And what happened? The brakes stopped working and I rear-ended another car. It was my very first accident ever. And just my luck... our insurance policy expired two weeks ago, so I got a ticket and I have to pay for all the car repairs out of my own pocket. I'm screwed. Sigh.

Today is Sarah's 47th birthday, so my sister, brother and I visited her grave. The three white roses in the picture are from us. My stepmom was a popular woman, so it was hardly surprising that she had a lot of visitors. I hope I'll be this well-loved when I die.

Gah. I hope this day will get better. It's only 6:30. What could possibly get worse? Oh, right, I still have to break the car news to my dad, who will make the situation worse by yelling at me and making me feel like a 15-year-old. Oh, golly, I can't wait!