So it’s Monday night, I’m 5 minutes from leaving for work, and I have to throw my hands in the air and accept defeat on this one. I thought I’d be able to finish yesterday’s page when I woke up, but it just didn’t happen. And the reason is not entirely pumpkin pie or carrot bread.
Though those were definite factors, I’m not gonna lie.
The truth, which I think you guys deserve after the last 6 weeks of being awesome, and which some of you might know if you follow me on the twitters, is that I got into a car accident Thursday night on my way to work. It was, in the grand scheme of things, minor, and 3 of the 4 cars involved drove away without incident or injury. Well, actually one of them hightailed it as soon as they realized authorities had been called and I exacerbated a potentially crash-induced-sprained foot by chasing him down the shoulder to get a photo of his license plate. The fourth car was a little fubared, but again, no one was hurt.
And yeah, I just called a four car pile up a minor accident. Whut.
So while I work for an incredibly awesome company and with even more awesome people who insisted I head back home and rest, I still spent an hour in the half in the rain in a panic, on the shoulder of I-5 just south of Seattle because my brakes refused to work. By the time I got home, I probably could have finished what little was left on the page, but it turns out that adrenalin is a hell of a drug and I pretty much shut down. All weekend, whenever I started to get into some kind of groove with the page? Insurance adjusters called. Or the agents of the other drivers need a statement. Or my loving mother called to harass me about why I haven’t had someone look at my foot yet (I work nights, Momma; I know I shouldn’t put it off, but it was a holiday weekend and I have to work around a bus schedule and the clinic hours and I’m going on Wednesday morning, I love you), or I had to show up early for work for the most situationally hilarious review ever that involved me coming out of shock and breaking down crying for no reason that involved anything in that room and freaked the hell out of my bosses.
So yeah. Long story short? The brakes on my boyfriend’s car locked up while I was driving it and I bonked the front of my car in the back of a car that had already bonked the back of another car with the front of their own because there was a Datsun driving the wrong way on I-5. And then I couldn’t get a comic done. So yeah. Comic next week. PROMISE.