So I went to get my paycheck and was rather excited to see it was way bigger than I Had expected, so I figured I could actually spend some money on groceries.

Well, I had finished up and called Craig to see if he could come get me maybe after his job interview or before and lemme just hang out in his car while he got a new job (to be hopeful at least).

Well, I got to see him get hit by another car merely feet from where I was standing. Luckily he's not seriously injured, but the car is fucking totaled.





But I was really freaked out. I started to think about all the things that could've happened and I felt like it was my fault, like I shouldn't have asked him to come get me or anything.

He's been to the doctor's and it seems he'll be okay and they've given him some codeine for the chest pain. I fucking hate life sometimes.