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Sister had to work today at 6 am, and asked me to bring her 'cause early mornings are slightly less inconvenient to my schedule than anyone else's.

Last night parents warned me there was a hecka blizzard, roads were supposed to suck ass in the morning, get one of them up if I was anxious about driving in that shit. When I woke up the roads looked crappy, yeah, but it wasn't slippery out and my only real concern was with the snow so heavy and our road not plowed, I'd probably get stuck before I even got going.

So I took Mom's car, since of all our tiny cars hers is the tallest and least likely to get stuck. Also it has a better heater; my car wouldn't have warmed up until halfway to Burlington.

It was slow but uneventful on the way down, a few really bad spots but mostly fine as long as I kept around 40mph. And on the way home, the roads looked even better, so I tried easing up to 45.

DUMB. My tires weren't gripping the road very well, or at all, so the car started jerking around - without moving my foot, the speed was wobbling between 40 and 50 - so LIKE A MORON I didn't just take my foot off the gas, I put it on the brake.

And skidded. I actually managed to stay calm, which is amazing for me, get off the brake and try to steer out of it, but instead I smashed into the rocks on the right side. But I went off pretty much straight sideways, and had slowed down quite a bit by then, so "smashed" is almost too much. I didn't even jerk against the seatbelt, so. And I only freaked out when I realized the gas tank had been the first point of impact and thought I smelled smoke, but that passed quickly enough.

It took TWO FREAKING HOURS to get a tow truck there; I went off at 6:30ish, couldn't get a hold of the people we usually use, waited and waited until a highway patrol person came by around 7:30, waited again for the cops to come at 8:15ish, and by the time my turn on the waiting list came up it was almost quarter of nine. Awesome.

There's a big gash in the car back by the gas tank, and it's coming apart at the seam or whatever by the taillight on that side, and the plastic around the passenger side mirror broke. My parents are thrilled. And man, I was already having anxiety issues about my driving, this DOES NOT HELP.

Despite having had a week and a half off I'm calling in to work; this shit isn't supposed to let up until tomorrow, and I really can't stomach the thought of two more drives in this. Ugh.