My Mama has the power of the cards, mon!

Yesterday evening, at about ten o'clock, after my shift ended at the Help Desk, I discovered a couple of voicemails on my cellular telephone. The first was from my dad (stop calling me, dammit), and the second was from my mama. She said she had a crazy feeling that something bad had happened, and indeed, I had gotten into a car accident a few days prior. Maybe Mary Jane is the gateway to a sixth sense.

My mom rules, she cares so much.

THESE CARDS DON'T LIE MON!