Cascading downwards

So, as I left work to go to school and then begin my three-day birthday weekend, I got in a fender-bender. Way to begin life at 30.

And, of course, it was my fault. And it was almost just like the bump incident before, where I was going maybe 5-10 mph, except this time, the guy in front had a minivan. Which means his bumper was significantly higher than mine, which means I hit him (actually her) not with my bumper, but with my grill, headlight, and hood. So now my car needs like $4000 of work.

On the bright side, USAA is being very good about it. I am definitely with them for life.

And, I continued onto class, which was interesting enough that I managed to completely forget about my car for 2 hours.

But I was still so wired from the accident and the Coke I has during class that I couldn't sleep until like 5 in the morning. So Friday, I'm trying to sleep in for my birthday, and my Dad calls at 7:30 (am), to wish me a happy birthday before I leave for work. Who the heck goes to work on their birthday? And on other occasions when he calls, who leaves enough slack time in their mornings to have a phone conversation? Not me. But he always calls in the mornings, not the evenings. I didn't answer the phone, but it still woke me up. And then other people called later on, but while I was still asleep.

So, it wasn't the best birthday ever. But, it was my 30th, so it wasn't going to be. I was depressed for a little while, but everyone I talked to said they had that too. And I felt better by the end of the day.