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I am not feeling overtly brilliant tonight. My mind feels sort of--squishy. And before I go into anything, let me reassure you that I am absolutely all right, undoubtedly; so if you panic, I will hit you with heavy books. (Er. Telepathically. Yes.)

Well, then: today was certainly a mixed bag. The first half of it was quite splendid; it's been chilly all day, enough so that my fingers were cold, and I made a large, steaming cup of hot cocoa and cosied up beneath the bedcovers with a book and my cocoa on the windowsill and watched the rain outside. Mum went to Ross' early in the morning after going with Dad to attempt to get drivers' licenses (or something to that extent: Mum's has expired and the office keeps coming up with various means of keeping her from renewing it every time she tries--the most recent was denying her a renewal unless she had her birth certificate, and she had to order a new one of those--and Dad needs a Pennsylvania driver's license to be able to purchase a car here, I think) and bought me my sneakers, which are deliciously cosy and keep my feet much warmer than thin canvas. I will probably exchange the shocking pink laces for black ones eventually, but just now I am admiring the outrageous sort of way they clash-yet-coincide with my neon green and black striped stockings. I am vampire!Banui today, actually, except for the Converses: I had to be, after buying pretty black lace fingerless gloves yesterday at Claire's, and I have a very pronounced widow's peak if I pull my hair sharply off of my forehead (which I should do more often: the effect is rather startling), so I am wearing my black Victorian outfit and swooping dramatically as much as I can.

Dad left for a meeting with our church denomination in Ohio, and he'll be gone till Monday: he rented a car.

So: Mum and Heidi and I were going Out--to the Reynoldsville Goodwilll; to purchase a floppy disc drive for Mr. Montgomery to install on our computer; and then, eventually, to pick up said computer and Bring It Home--and Mum wanted to drop her dress coat over at the dry-cleaner's, and (plagues, this is so anti-dramatic; my storytelling skills are apparently no good at this hour) as we were beginning to turn into the parking lot, a car came rushing down the road (Mum didn't see it--it was a 'blind curve' or something of that sort; I don't understand driving yet, and I don't pay much attention because I am usually daydreaming, so I really can't explain the logistics of what happened, exactly) and our van collided with it. We had a bit of a violent jolt was all; the airbags did not come out; I didn't even fly forward enough to hit anything--so we are all quite all right, although poor Morrison (the van; yes, we name them, and our current is named for the musician Van Morrison, who is a favourite of Dad's, and yes, it is because it's a bad pun) is not very. The right side of the front bit is all bashed in, and part of the headlight is smashed, and the impact heavily damaged...some stuff (I know nothing about cars, and the bits I gathered about the injuries I wasn't able to retain due to that)...so that he is virtually undrivable. The other car was very much less damaged (well, they plowed into us when we turned into their path), and Mum said that the bloke driving was very nice about everything. We managed to get home, although I was clutching the sides white-knuckled the entire time and starting every time I saw a car turning onto the road in front of us--the car was drifting--it refused to stay straight and kept trying to swerve to the left, so Mum drove very slowly.

We got home, and Father Meholick, thank God, was there, and he took a look at it and helped Mum to calm down a bit (she was really shaken up [I refuse to say 'shook up'; it sounds ghastly], which is understandable, because she was the one driving), and then Geico called, and I really don't understand any of the insurance stuff, but from what I've gathered, things should be all right, we shouldn't lose too much money, and the car's pretty much totalled, although it doesn't look so much like it from the outside. Fortunately we were on the way to replacing it already and weren't expecting to sell it for much of anything at all! I feel bad for Morrison, though--it is very silly, but I don't like the idea of him dying violently. I have always been very emotionally attached to our cars, probably because we name them and then we talk to them and they complain about being hungry (and, in Morrison's case, because Ford Windstar is a rubbish brand, go to the 'car hospital' a lot).

Mum's still awfully shaken up, and worried about the baby: even though we know there isn't very much cause for worry (really, the impact was practically nothing--only about two or three times the jolt of accidentally hitting a curb or something, and none of us hit anything inside the car, and I think I heard her on the phone with her doctor earlier and him saying that things should be fine but she ought to be careful anyway), but she's understandably paranoid, and so am I, somewhat--although...I don't seem to be feeling a great deal of emotion presently. I'm a little afraid that I have stopped Dealing With Things and just leave them behind, because it seems as if it's got to be something staggering to have a proper effect on me, and yet I get ridiculously emotional about things that shouldn't matter. Anyway, pray for her: she's terribly worried about her ultrasound, which is on Wednesday (and I'm rather afraid of it too: if anything bad happens, I don't know how she, and the rest of us, can possibly deal with it, not on top of everything else that has happened this year), and generally hormonal and paranoid; and I am also paranoid, because that is my nature, but I think I am trying not to think about it, like I am trying not to think about a lot of things...

Er. This is my day, mad as it's been, and I'm sure I've left plenty of important bits out, and I miss my computer like mad and want iTunes back, and I have just realised that just now, as it is a bit past midnight, it is the first of October, my very favourite month, and my camera still isn't fixed, and...I really do not need to dredge up any more angst, hang it all.