Still alive, unfortunately

My last little plan didnt quite work out. But it never does, does it?

Tomorrow I’m supposed to go to an interview. It’s not the interview that’s stressing me out, it’s the drive. There is a 30% chance I’ll crash my car into a southbound concrete overpass on my way there. There is a 50% chance I’ll crash my car into a northbound concrete overpass on the way back. For this reason, I asked my only friend for a ride, but she said she has plans to hang out with her other friend all day. I wish I could reveal everything, but that has never helped in the past.