pommelled

I lost control of my car three hours ago. After hitting a rock/duck/petrified raindrop ball (the sound was all "plook!", like loosening the Martinelli's cork at the Thanksgiving kids' table), my Japansedan kicked out its ass and undaintily spun across 3 lanes of Fwy 110 traffic for 7 Earth/infinity inside-time seconds. For my part, I pumped the brakes.

The pinwheeling ended with a tart 240�, burning rubber aromatherapy and me facing once-oncoming traffic (now all stopped). Everyone slowly drove past me, bearing scared, commute witness. ?Luckily?, I was in the bank of the Ave 60 exit...I took the cue and pulled out. Since I'd somehow (holy sauce) hit nothing but my max heart rate, I wondered if I should do a do-over or just, you know, go home.

Home it is. I'll have a fucking huge apple sandwich for lunch.

fell on 2006-03-28 at 9:03 a.m.

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