I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked.
One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light.
When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house and I didn’t have heat for hours.
My camera is blinking and I don’t know why.
The turntable’s arm is frozen.
My car wouldn’t start.
My old computer finally burned itself out.
The router needs replacing and my brand new computer is tetchy and strange and there’s not enough bandwidth to get online.
If I pick up a pen, it’s dry.
I’m cold, wandering around the house looking for a pen, stepping over messes I just cleaned up. I eye the naked xmas tree mocking me from the corner, wondering when I’ll stupid/brave enough to start wrestling with the lights. My kids are coughing and cranky. My jeans don’t fit.
Apparently, the universe is against me.
Please tell me I’m just being paranoid, please.