Exhaustion

It's not healthy to be this tired. After finally snuggling down and getting some decent sleep, my phone went off at 3am. My father, professional driver of many years, had run out of gas for the third time(that I'm aware of, anyway) this month. So away I went, driving twenty minutes to pull him off of the road.

He wasn't alone. A boy I don't know, and dad's little girlfriend. Instead of coming with me to the gas station, he sent her. A grown man tried to shield himself from anger using a 24 year old girl. It didn't work-I only became more frustrated. I was too tired, however, to give it much thought.

It was after I dropped her off and left the scene that I hit the deer. It made me furious. I hit the deer because my brakes are horrible, because I've been counting on his promise to fix them. I was out there at three in the morning, too tired to be driving, because he doesn't know how to manage his gas. And then, he wouldn't even bother to answer his phone.

Luckily, my car is an American-made trooper, and the damage is light. Somehow, the deer knocked loose the wire that turns on my dashboard lights. I'm missing a headlight, and the front bit will have to be replaced, but I've done it before. But it's money I don't have, and I'm not counting on him to help me. He never does.

I was so tired this morning when I woke up at six for work, that I attempted to start my car, only to receive a horrible grinding noise in response. I panicked; What kind of damage had that deer wrought? It was a few minutes later that I realized my folly. I was so exhausted that I'd forgotten that my car was already running.

Poor Orion. Soon, these long drives will be a thing of the past. Wear your scars with pride-Not every car can hit a full-grown deer and keep going the way you can. I swear, baby, I'll take care of you. And when I feel up to it, I'll even pull the deer fur out of your grill. But not today.