Dogs, Motorcyles, and My Dad= Bad Day

It’s been a very very depressing day, and it’s not even 8:00 o’clock in the morning yet! But the last 10 hours have been horrible! It started when my dogs (cute on the outside, but monsters on the inside) kept me up all night! Arghh, animal lover that I am, I just want them to go kill themselves sometimes! They’re extremely spoiled, and they’ve learned to scratch my door when they want to come in and out, and for some reason they wanted to come in and out all night! They couldn’t make up there sick little minds! So just as I was about to drift off to sleep I would hear the Scratch… Heh, so that’s strike one. But morning finally came, and I obviously felt like a truck had rolled over me, feeling somewhat less than rested. I get dressed and walk down the driveway, hoping to get a ride with the kids going to school, but then I notice as well as the Toyota Hi-Ace being in the drive, my little corolla is also parked near by. Why be driven to work, when you can drive yourself I think!!! So I take the corolla and whiz away to work. I start driving down Ortigas, but suddenly change my mind and think, hey, why don’t I go the back way to valley gulf, through Antipolo, it’s so much more relaxing. I do a superb U-turn, and smack right into a motorcycle! Words can’t describe how jarred I was! My flawless record of never getting into an accident has ended—I’m another statistic. I wish, like a statistic that I could just blend into the background and be another impersonal fact—basically not have to deal with reality. But no, the guy is getting off his bike and angrily eyeing me. I’m tempted to just drive off, but I can’t do that. Then I realize that I’m in the middle of ongoing traffic and I need to move. I back up and almost hit another car in the process. To make a long story short, I get out talk to the guy for what seems like days, and arrange for a meeting to settle damage costs, strike two. Strike three is the fact that when I told my dad, instead of the preferred anger he’s super nice about it! Ah, that just kills me, especially cuz I know now is not the best financial point our family’s life! Ah, I just want to cry, and yet crying doesn’t accomplish anything, so I’m not going to. Instead I’ve found a catharsis through writing…heh, so not working, I still want to cry!