You know when the cosmos is telling you that you shouldn't live today and you do anyway?
This is my tale of a realistic series of rather unfortunate past-life karma induced events:
I am walking down to the Utah Museum of Fine Arts to do a review on an art gallery when I decide to cut across the main concrete path and walk down this wee little hill that's covered in grass and mud. I'm walking down, things are going great when I slip and fall on my ass with my arms swinging around all over the place like a loon. And where did I fall? Or rather, into WHAT did I fall? Into a big awesome section of muddy sludge. So, with mud on my pants and determination for a good grade in my head I continue on my way (now on the concrete path) laughing about my greatness. Just when I was internally giggling about my glorious display in the mud, my ankle rolls and I face plant into the snow while scraping my left knee on the concrete. All that ran through my head was... woooooooooow.
After my UMFA adventures I was walking up to the Union building to catch the shuttle ride up to the dorms when I puked. Full on. In a bush. Awesome I tell you. Awesome. Now I think I have the flu because my stomach is still a bit queezed. So I get on a shuttle to discover that there is a "shuttle driving trainee" manning the bus. I spent the whole ride falling over people while people fell on me as we swung about clinging for dear life. The suffering from the new drivers' wrath did not help the stomach situation. I tried to suppress the spreading of my possible flu, but it was kind of hard seeing as how the contents of the bus resembled a big mass of tangled bodies...... probably because it was.
Sometimes, the cosmos is out to get you. Today... bad karma day. What the hell did I do in a past life to deserve this chain reaction?
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