aaand, I live. Totaled my t100. I was about to call my wife, and BAM, this 21 year old kid ran a light and broke my ass off. I feel alright aside from a throbbing knee and a fat lip and a waffle-pattern blood-blister across my chest from the seat-belt in conjunction with a thermal shirt. I promised my wife I'd have the knee x-rayed tomorrow. Anyways, the point: I need phone numbers from my closest bff's. As I said before, I was about to call my wife, and the phone must have literally exploded against my face or something. You guys know who you are, gimme the digits, mommacitas.