That's all I'm going to say about that.
My dad thinks that the dent in my door is too large to have been caused by another car door. He thinks that someone backed into the car while it was parked on our street. That makes me even more upset! Gah. Stupid people. Our street is SO FREAKING WIDE! There is no reason to be hitting poor defenseless little Echos. None at all.
But I'm not going to be in a bad mood today. I went to the library yesterday, and thus have stuff to read. It's a beautiful day, so I'm going to go out and walk on my lunch break. (Our building is in this industrial-park sort of area, on a big circle of a street, so I can walk all the way around it and it comes to about a mile. There's no sidewalk, but there's not much traffic, because no one drives there except for work.)
I just wish that my back would stop hurting. I must have slept oddly last night, because now the right side of my back keeps getting these weird tight twinges. It needs to stop.
Well, I suppose I ought to, you know, do some work. How do I end up with these jobs?