  The first day of my new life up in Los Angeles (yesterday) started with quite a bang. No, I mean literally, a bang.
You see, I got myself into a car accident yesterday. I was driving down a road and I went over a hill and there was an intersection where a guy pulled out to make a left in front of me, and I clipped his rear end. No one was hurt, but there was damage to both vehicles. The big problem is no one knows who was at fault. We both claim that we had green lights, there are no witnesses, and no police report. So I still don't know exactly how things will work out, whose fault it's going to be, and whose insurance pays what, and what comes out of my pocket.
Needless to say I'm not terribly happy about the entire situation. It's definitly not what I needed right now. I'm stressed out enough as it is about moving, finding a new job, starting a new life, etc. But hey, if I've got to be stressed out, then why shouldn't I be stressed to the end of my rope, right? I mean, I've got to go for the gusto, you know? Whatever, I'm just trying to justify something that there is no justification for.
When things like this happen, I like to think that everything happens for reason (sometimes I believe that, sometimes I don't). But if there is a reason for this, dammit, it better be good. I had a dream the night before it happened that someone shot me in the head and I lived through it. I keep thinking that the dream had something to do with the accident, but that's just me being speculative and weird. 
