Wednesdays are my day off. I get to sleep in, work on my projects, get haircut all that jazz. But last night my boss asks me to come in and help clean and organize because corporate is coming to visit. I say sure, I'll just take the next day off, not like I have to spend the whole day. So I got to bed early and try to sleep.
First I wake up at midnight covered in sweat, because my grandmother likes to turn the house into a freaking furnace. Then I wake up an hour before my alarm, due to a nightmare where someone tries to smother me to death. Not going back to sleep after that so I spend the rest of my time surfing the net. Finally about to leave the house feeling better, when a deer comes out of nowhere and slams into my car! It went flying through the fucking air! After I'm over the shock of killing an animal I'm just asking why the fuck did that happen? Seriously why!? Its then I smell smoke and I stop to check the front of my car to see it dented to hell. I can't even lift the hood that's how bad it is, not to mention one of the lights is missing. I didn't see any smoke but I wasn't gonna take the chance so I drive back home and tell my boss I'm not coming. Now I'm just sitting here venting and waiting till my stepdad wakes up so he can take a look at my car. Fucking worst night of my life...