It seems like everywhere I go these days I'm always passing by an accident. This afternoon for example there was a multiple-car pile up on the 101 and it happened probably no more than five minutes before I got there. If I had left the house five minutes earlier... It scares me because I have this irrational feeling that I'm due for another one. So far I've had four accidents where the car needed to have body work done (or worse in the case of the last one, thus Theo) and a couple of near-misses where I got lucky and the car survived without a scratch. Modesty aside I think I'm a good driver. I mean I'm always careful out there. But the fates... sometimes they like to play these little jokes.   
                         
Repent had a good turn-out last night. People actually started showing up before 9, before Locutus and Kitty arrived. I was starving when I got there, having had nothing to eat all day (my so-called day having started around noon), so I  went to the Ralphs across the street and  bought some chips, which no one else would touch because of the olestra. Or something. Locutus, he's a funny, funny guy. If you know him, ask him to tell you about the "foul, foul human being" and the shit story.   
                         
I don't know how I'm feeling right now. I think I'm "annoyed" and would love to hear some kind of explanation why a promise wasn't kept. Not that I'm fucking worthy of one of course.