And the hits keep coming

First, I got stuck in the rain today. I don't know why I thought walking to Target's was a good idea, when the subway or even a bus would have been closer.

Then, I come home to a letter in my mailbox - the other driver from my accident got a lawyer.

And it's so ridiculous, because A) I have insurance who should pay her for her car or if she's hurt, B) she has insurance which should pay her for her car or if she's hurt, and C) I don't own F-ing anything! I'm not even worth $10K. And 70% of  that is actually the money from my totaled car!

It's un-freaking-believable. The lawyer's letter says that they're taking 1/3 of what ever she gets out of me. It's not even a pay by the hour lawyer. Really? I checked out their website and it's full of "multi-million dollar settlements" against big names - hospitals, transit authorities/railroads, construction companies, and landlords. Even in their "other cases" it's big f-ing shit. Like bad anesthesia during surgeries, people losing limbs, and the "settlements" are still in the $100K range.

And they're trying to squeeze a part-time customer service worker? For what? Even if you count every dollar I have to name and ignore any of my debt once that's divided by 3, they'll work more hours than they'll get paid for.

I am sure that my insurance will take care of me. And that is what they really want. 1/3 of what big name insurance company can give them. But what if they don't. What if they're like we won't pay you anything and this woman really does sue me?  I can't afford a lawyer.

The BF is out of the country, so I can't even cuddle up with him to try to make myself feel better. I just go blubbery on the phone, which doesn't help anything. (Though he did say that hearing me cry and not being able to help me breaks his heart, which, I'm not gonna lie, was pretty darn nice to hear considering he's so far away right now.)

I was supposed to drive to a wedding out of town this weekend. Originally the BF was going to, but well, work and stuff and he's in freaking Europe. But the very thought of being in a car right now fills me with dread. So now, it's like, do I go and drive the BFs monstrous truck, do I buy a bus ticket and if so how do I get to/from the actual wedding. I'm trying to contact friends who I think might be going, but no luck.

I'm just.... exhausted. I think I'm gonna go get a drink....