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Relieved to see the back of November 2015. Mum died, Nicodemus died, Emma's pregnant and as of Sunday night, engaged to be married (maybe this is good news, but I'm not convinced--I have never really liked her boyfriendfiancé), too many things going on.

But there are New Kittenz! Butch and Sundance are Not Amused, however.

Last night I went to a local club to meet Pam, a new online acquaintance, and some of her friends, and listen to some music. It was fun, though we didn't get to talk much with all the noise, and I collected two (count 'em) boys' phone numbers.

We stayed until the place closed at 1:30, then wandered out onto the sidewalk and started to disperse. My new friend took off the other direction to find her car, and I walked toward mine. When I saw it, I screamed, "Oh fuck! That's my car!" (in a very hoarse voice, since I have laryngitis). My parked car had been hit from the rear so hard that it was pushed *underneath* another parked car. The rear end was crushed and the hood was crumpled as well.

Some of Pam's friends were still standing around and came over to see what was going on. (Heh, the same boys who had given me their numbers ;-) ) After talking to the police and some witnesses, I got some idea of what had happened. The car that hit me had apparently been parked behind mine. In trying to get back into the street, he drove it *very hard* straight into the back of mine, and then jumped out, abandoned his car and went running down the street.

I called AAA for a tow, as there was no way that my car was being driven anywhere. Both boys stuck around until the tow truck came, we made all the arrangements, and then one of them volunteered to take me home. My car was left at the service station for the insurance adjuster to come look at, but I believe my beautiful baby Saturn SC2 is no more.

I finally got home around 3:30 this morning, called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in to work today--due to no transportation and sheer exhaustion--and then fell into bed, where I did not get to sleep for quite a while longer. I had uncontrollable shivers for some reason. Now, admittedly it *was* cold outside, and I'd been standing on the sidewalk for over an hour wearing sandals, but somehow I don't think it was just cold that had me shivering.

Anyway I got up this morning at 11:30, called the insurance and reported a claim (and just for extra amusement value it's still the joint policy with my ex-husband, even though my divorce became final two weeks ago and I just talked to an insurance agent yesterday to get a policy of my own starting from the expiration date of this one--12/1/01). Sometime today I have to either find a car to borrow or arrange for a rental.