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I hit an opossum with my car last night. It's the first time I've hit anything (with the exception of two suicidal birds that dove right into my windshield back when I was a teenager.) That took me two weeks to get over. I don't have that kind of time now. I have to drive tomorrow and the next day. I can't stop crying. I cried myself to sleep last night and slept until 2pm. I don't want to eat. I don't want to talk. I don't know how to get over this. I don't even know why I'm writing this post.