Biking home today from campus after a rather successful teaching session. Feeling great about life, choices, weather, my outfit, my weekend, my writing, pretty much everything. I get hit by a car. Like legit hit by a car. It was almost embarrassingly uneventful. I had the time to think, oh fuck, I’m getting hit by a car. I smashed or slowly collided into the front end of a maroon colored car of some style. I don’t know. Is it possible to smash in a slow manner? If so, I did that. My right hand looks like it got into a fist fight on the playground, but beyond that nothing is scathed but my pride. I suppose this goes to show that no matter how good of a day you are having, there is always something just around the next corner to fuck you up. Look both ways kids.