Symbol of Perfection

I got my car back from the collision center last week. I’m paranoid of driving it. My life is “perfect” again: semester is almost finished, teaching is finally getting easy, seeing someone nice [blush], and I got that job in Japan. Can life get any better than this? I think not… and I’ll probably get into another accident.

Or, like I mentioned before, maybe those accidents are culminating to another greater accident that will be more ruinous? When the Christmas break is over, technically I’ve got three more weeks of teaching. I can get into another accident from now until then (after all, my commute is forty minutes every day). Or… maybe the accident will be one in the sky… as I’m flying to Japan….