Well....Hm, where do I start.

I got up early, like I said in my last journal. Went to the demo at Wild Oats. Had fun, even though I wasn't too with it because of lack of sleep.

Got stuff done then headed out.

At the bridge by the gas station on Zuzax I fell asleep. Didn't realize it. One minute I was thinking about calling Aric because I was starting to feel sleepy. And then, like, in the movies, when they switch scenes I was opening my eyes to see myself jerk the wheel to the left to get back onto the freeway. Decided that was stupid because I was already losing control of the truck and tried to vear back off.
The truck started to fish tail and I hit the breaks.
Stupid move.
This is about the time that I realize I am no longer on all 4 wheels, and see the ground rushing up on the driver's side.
Somehow I got it back on to all four wheels though I'm not sure how.
And I stop.
I don't remember thinking anything until I look over to see that a semi truck had slammed on his breaks.
Then I panicked because I thought I had hit him or something and hadn't noticed.

Ugh. I'm tired. Now.
I need to go lay down...
I'm really relived that the paramedics and the police were as nice as they were.
Didn't get a ticket. Thank God...That's all it would have taken for me to freak out...I did about $3000 dollars worth of damage to the truck as it is.
Fuck...how am I going to fix that?
I know everyone keeps telling me that it doesn't matter because I'm ok....And I know that I'm ok, but life moves on...and how the fuck are we supposed to fix it now.