Yep, I did it. I officially fucked myself. Yesterday's post worried over when the proverbial shoe would drop on my recent run of great luck. Well it has, and in a big, non-writer way.
So today I am going to unknock on some wood and talk about how odd life can be. You win the lotto, yet, you lose the ticket. You meet the man of your dreams, but he's just not that into you. You find a favorite author, but their next five books SUCK.
Forget the Pollyanna approach, things won't always work out, but they might. So I have to trust in my warped vision of karma and things might be all right. Right? Please tell me everything will work out? Come on, won't anybody help a sister out?
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