So, I was thinking the other day. Well, actually I've been thinking a lot lately, which is not uncommon. Anyways, people always say that bad things happen in threes. I think I can better identify with the saying "when it rains, it pours," because honestly, my series of unfortunate events always seem to surpass three... by far. Today, I lost count. The first in the series of unfortunate events was of course failing to yield. My car got totaled when I decided unconsciously to take my foot off the brake without looking. Dumb. The second was I think the encounter with an asshole, which had me in a tizzy for several days. The third, well... let's just say some people have trouble following through, but they are working on it. Annoying. Then, my friend died. Then I found out that he didn't die. I think we've passed three. Then I decided to make the kid's bed and as a result was crippled for three days. I'm still recovering but managed to run five miles today. And today, a refugee rammed into the car I am borrowing in the parking lot at work. One word to describe the last several weeks...
UN... BE... LIEV... A... BLE...
But, remarkably... I am still smiling. Rolling my eyes, but smiling. Hopeful. Very hopeful. Remarkably hopeful, that tomorrow I will have dreamy and delightful encounters with people at DHS, the gas company and AT&T. Here's to Monday!
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