Sigh

On my way back home I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a prescription for myself and one for my dog, and as I drove back, I hit a deer.

Not just a tap either. I creamed it. And then I freaked out and broke down crying.

I called the police, just like a good girl should, then talked to animal control who had gone out to find it but couldn't, so apparently it was still alive enough to move itself out of the road when I was through with it. My car quarter panel is dented and the driver's door won't open, and I had to wash the deer sh*t off my window because oh by the way, it let loose when I hit it also - but at least it wasn't blood and guts I had to clean off. I think I would have collapsed into a quivering sobbing heap and not been able to pull myself out of it.

And here I am, now, still sick and feeling awful, lonely, frustrated by the fact that I'm going to have to pay for the repairs to my car and depressed and upset that in all likelihood, a deer is dead tonight because of me.