it is 10 days past moving day

and i am still in florida. i should be settling into my home in maryland. but i am not. i think i should be crying, but that is not how i work. i am waiting to hear from my lawyer, and once i do (tomorrow hopefully)i can fix my insurance, and then i can get in my car and go-go-go as yogi said a few million times. at this point, i think dad and i will drive up, and i will put him on the train to come back. i think it is awesome after this mess he is still willing to help me out and take time off of work for me. i think i have the best dad in the world.

so this is where donating blood got me

i donated. i got in line at 8.30 am. i finished at 1.26 pm. i was on line till 1. i got in a car accident. i sat and waited to see if i was ok to drive. i drank some juice. i got in my car. i felt sick, so i went to pull over. last thing i remember before realizing i hit the car in front of me was pulling off to the side of the road, hitting the brakes and reaching for my 4-ways. i “woke up” to a paramedic asking if i was ok. i have concussion, a torn muscle and a lot of emotional pain. i am obviously not going to make my train tomorrow. hopefully i can make it by the end of the month.

still no word from my friends in ny, which isn’t helping me any.

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so i move in 35 days. i am about 1/8 packed. i am 100% emotionally ready for this move. i want it to be tomorrow. except for the packing part. i just thought i would share that.