Bad Friday

I had a terrible day yesterday. First, I woke up with a headache like my head against a board, then I freaked out at my supervisor over the fact that I am not making any progress with my research and I have zero publications and I'm already in my third year of grad school with no end in sight. Then I spent the rest of the day feeling guilty about the freak out and about acting like a whiny lab diva. The worst was yet to come. I got home and found a letter from my attorney in my mail. Why do you have an attorney, you ask? Because I got into a car accident a couple of years ago and the other driver sued me for $72,000. $72,000. It was a random accident in a rotary, in which myself and the other driver were both pulling onto exit ramps and the front ends of the vehicles collided. The insurance companies found it to be a no fault accident, but he disagreed and sued me (the driver), the owner of the car (yeah, it was my friend's father's car. great.), and the insurance company. A few months ago, I was informed that the case had settled out of court, and there was much rejoicing. Yesterday, I found out via the letter that only the property damage portion of the case had settled and not the personal injury aspect. He was diagnosed with a sprained ankle two weeks after the accident (shady) and is also suing for $50,000 worth of mental anguish (double shady). So this unpleasant chapter of my life story is still open.