silence

I had the most amazing non-accident on Friday night. Cruising through town in the right lane around 45mph, a fat blue truck in the left lane that had halted to turn left decided abruptly to merge into the right lane instead, when I was about 20 feet away. I slammed the horn, slammed the brakes and swerved to the right (with tires squealing) directly into the very, very conveniently-placed entrance to a gas station. I could have sworn we knicked each other but when he followed me into the lot it turned out we both got lucky. After making sure everything was fine, he even asked weakly, "Do you need gas?" He looked scared out of his mind and I was glad we were both fine, mainly because I'd been speeding anyway. So far this and that little event on April 17, which never did amount to anything, have been my only real brushes with accidents despite the fact I drive like an idiot. Knock on wood.

Been knocking everything out of the park lately. Volleyball: not sucking. Bio midterm: A. Second Poly Sci exam: A. Oct. 6 paper: A. As for writing this update at 5am, well, I'm hoping my luck with morning paper-writing won't fail me now.