[writing]

Two days left of NaPoWriMo, two days in which to write 6 poems. In my defense, I started 4 days in to May already and thus my 4 poem deficit is statisitcally defensible. Or something. I believe that I can pull this one out, though - there might even be a good one in the bunch.

In other news, I was in an accident today. I was sitting at a red light in front of a red Chevy truck that got rear-ended by a white gardening service truck, and the Chevy was driven forward into my bumper. I almost hit the car in front of me, too, except that it was pulling away as the accident happened. The young guy driving the white truck was full of chagrin and moaned about his shitty day and the distinct possibility that he would be fired all through the proceedings. Poor red Chevy man knocked his skull against his steering wheel and came away with a nice swelling contusion over his left eye. We did the dance of information exchange and left Mr. Oh-Noes-My-Job sitting in his entirely undriveable white truck. I followed red Chevy to his house, where his wife waited to take him to the hospital - he seemed okay, and said that he wasn't dizzy or anything, and in retrospect, what the hell did I think I was going to do if he did go off the road? but I didn't feel right letting him just drive away.

Oh well. You do what you can.