Deer need to bloody die.

Okay, so I'm going to work.. Looking forward to eating some jr. bacon cheeseburgers.. When I see a fucking deer. So I slam on my brakes because I hate deer and am afraid of them.. I know you're supposed to just hit them, but it was just how I reacted... And then I started to skid... (YAY!!) and I go to correct myself, and then start skidding the other way. So I go to correct that, but overcorrect and end up spinning out. Right into a mother fucking 4-foot deep ditch. My car isn't so happy with me. I apparently "dropped my axle" or something, and my right rear tire was bent off. I'm gonna cry for a week if it's totaled. I hate driving, and I hate life. Gosh AND DEER! Yes, I'm okay. I know I should be glad I'm okay. But how can I not be pissed? Anyways I ended up going to the E-room to make sure everything was okay because my neck was pretty sore.. That was so much fun, because even though it's supposed to be an emergency room, it takes about 2 hours to get any help.. lol. So yeah, I was waiting for a while. Turns out I just had a muscle spasm in my neck. I got some muscle relaxer (and a subscription) and some advice.. Yay. Now I'm here, worrying about my car.. Oh joy. I'd write more, and into detail.. But I'm just way too damn pissed, I love my car.. and if it's totaled I will bawl..