Recently this weird thing has been happening where I get a feeling something’s going to happen, and then it does. Like, I was in the library, getting a book out of Reserves, and I thought, “I’m juggling too many things and I just know I’m going to forget my wallet.” And then an hour later I was rifling through my bag and of course my wallet wasn’t there. It’s also happened with my phone, also in the library, when at one point I looked at all the stuff my bag had vomited up on the table in front of me, and I thought, “I’m sure I’m going to leave my phone behind or something.” And then I did. Both things were regained at Security later on, but still. Oh, and there was also the time I put down the coffee cup and was like, “You’re just asking for that to tip over,” but then I just vowed to be very careful, and then like half an hour later knocked the cup on its side. Wha-ha? And walking home from the subway station last night, I thought, “Up ahead is where that uneven bit in the sidewalk is, let’s try not to trip over it,” so of course a couple of minutes later I’m sprawled on the pavement, and then I’m limping and bleeding the rest of the way home. What kind of strange cosmic things are swirling around me? My mum said it’s my guardian angel giving me warnings, and I just need to pay attention. And I’m like, Shouldn’t the guardian angel just take care o’ bizniss? Like, hello, not make the coffee cup tip over? And my mum said no, ’cause I’m an adult and the guardian angel’s just there to give suggestions. Huh. Somefink smells like a bum deal around here.

Also, I am sorry that I used the words “smell” and “bum” in the same sentence.