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Murphy’s Law is in Full Swing
Nov. 5th, 2010 05:35 pmThere are days when the stars align and the wind blows from the East and all is right and you can truly feel that there is a plan and a place in the universe just for you.
This is not one of those days.
This is the kind of day where every single thing you touch goes wrong. Everything. I’ve always had a certain level of Ward vs, Technology in effect, but it’s the first time I’ve considered moving to Amish country to lay low until it passes. The butter churns would probably self-destruct as soon as I got there. Cows would go dry. I’d be very humbly asked to get my cursed self elsewhere.
And it‘s not just machines. People have melted down on contact with me all day as well. Wardrobes have malfunctioned. Things that have worked just fine have suddenly been dead as doornails. Until, y’know, I paid $253 to have it replaced and then and only then, did the old one come back to life. It worked fine as soon as the new one was brought home. I may have sworn out loud.
Thank goodness the Fairbanks trip is tomorrow. Any plane I got in today would have either explode or have some sort of zombie outbreak in flight. Now I’m going to sit here a bit and hope the laptop doesn’t electrocute me and that I won’t choke to death on a corn chip.
This is not one of those days.
This is the kind of day where every single thing you touch goes wrong. Everything. I’ve always had a certain level of Ward vs, Technology in effect, but it’s the first time I’ve considered moving to Amish country to lay low until it passes. The butter churns would probably self-destruct as soon as I got there. Cows would go dry. I’d be very humbly asked to get my cursed self elsewhere.
And it‘s not just machines. People have melted down on contact with me all day as well. Wardrobes have malfunctioned. Things that have worked just fine have suddenly been dead as doornails. Until, y’know, I paid $253 to have it replaced and then and only then, did the old one come back to life. It worked fine as soon as the new one was brought home. I may have sworn out loud.
Thank goodness the Fairbanks trip is tomorrow. Any plane I got in today would have either explode or have some sort of zombie outbreak in flight. Now I’m going to sit here a bit and hope the laptop doesn’t electrocute me and that I won’t choke to death on a corn chip.
