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I almost killed myself today. More on that in a second...

So, I'm home. The semester's over, and I don't know how I feel about that. I was SO looking forward to the end of my wretched group of classes that I failed to take into consideration that with the end of the semester comes the end of so many other things...I've moved into and out of dorm rooms and apartments half a dozen times, but I was never quite as saddened as this time around. Probably a lot of things. I'll be not living with Dave for the first time in years. It's strange--I go full summers without seeing the kid, but when school's in session, I just expect him to be around. I'm going to miss living with him. Hopefully Greg won't drive him too nuts this coming semester. Also, I've made a lot of good friends in the hall this semester. Already I miss all the hustle and bustle that comes from living at school. I've spent the entire day at home, and I started pacing. I don't know what to do with myself. After months of complaining about how unbelievably busy I've been, I now have what amounts to almost 2 months of free time, and already I'm going stir crazy. I don't think I know how to handle not being overwhelmed with commitments.

There's another aspect that is making me feel uneasy, too. This is the first time I've been home for an extended period since Rachel and I split up. Last year at this time, she and I had started hanging out again, and we were spending a lot of time together. I'm not saying I wanted or expected that to happen this time, because I didn't. There just feels like something's missing.

Ok, onto my brush with death. I was just talking with Kyle yesterday about how all of the points on my driver's license must be almost dropped, if not dropped already. I got into my accident 3 years ago, and that was the last time I received a ticket. Well, damn if I didn't jinx myself. I was driving down I-96 today at a safe, legal speed. I started pulling onto the Plainfield offramp when my car completely lost traction. It had been sprinkling a bit, but I didn't think it was that slick out. Well, my brakes locked and I shot off the offramp and down the embankment. Before I went, my tires caught pavement and then turf, and I left some nasty skid marks. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself shooting down a 20 foot hill that was at least a 30 grade. I couldn't have been going more than 35 or 40mph when I went off the road, but Mr Wilson had enough momentum to plow through about 10 feet of shrubbery and small trees before coming to rest against an uprooted stump. After a couple seconds of trying to back myself out, I realized that it was futile--I was pretty well buried in the muck. I had to force my way out of my car because I was surrounded by bent shrubs and saplings that were holding my doors closed. I walked up the rest of the onramp to the Denny's and called a tow truck to haul me out. Only after getting picked up by the wrecker and seeing again what happened did I realize just how lucky I was. There was a metal road sign and about 5 fairly good sized trees that I could have plowed through, but I missed them all. Also, the hill that I went down was so steep, and the path I took was so bizarre that it was a miracle that I didn't roll my car. The driver of the tow truck said that earlier this year a woman rolled her car off that same embankment and died. My dad comfirmed it--his station had responded to that accident. Of course, a Michigan State cop showed up, and gave me a sonofabitching "driving too fast for conditions" ticket--chalk up 2 more points on my license.

So. Mr Wilson got pulled out, and amazingly there wasn't a whole lot of damage. The front ground effects have a nice crack, and a bit of my radiator is bent, but not leaking. Also, my right front tire has a slow leak, and I think I threw off my allignment because now my whole car wobbles when I go over 40 mph. I'm going to bring it into the shop tomorrow to find out exactly what the damage is--hopefully it's not too expensive, because now I have a 100 dollar wrecker bill and what will probably be a 100 dollar ticket to add to my list of debits to my bank account.

God, what a way to start a vacation.
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