Friday was when my LFS was supposed to get in their shipment.... which included 6 bichirs special ordered for me. Two endlicheri endlicheri, two palmas polli, and two mokelembembe (SP... too tired to make it right). We showed up at 3, and only half the order had made it to the store, the half that didn't have my bichirs. The other half was supposed to be at the airport, and I was going to get them Saturday morning. We left, and later when I was on my way to work, some psychotic m**** f***** thought it'd be cute to floor it and run a stop sign, T Boning me in my beautiful Grand Am in the middle of the intersection. He hit me so hard that he knocked me out of my hair tie. My car is mutilated, mangled, wrecked, totalled... GONE. I'm lucky to have walked away from the accident. I was whisked off in the ambulance because my knee was messed up and I needed Xrays, so I missed the part where my boyfriend got to see the other driver walking around holding his kids smiling talking to everyone like he had done nothing wrong. Nothing was broken, and I got to go home with lots of pain meds and muscle relaxers, and crutches. After going to the impound lot Saturday morning and getting everything out of my car (except the stuff in the trunk - it's stuck shut), we went to the LFS to get the fish hoping they would cheer me up. Hehe... when it rains it poors. The other half of the shipment is lost. Disappeared. No where to be found. By the time they locate it, they'll all be dead. I just give up.