October 26, 2009
Since I turned 33 during the night early Friday, I've:
Friday: Kneed the underside of my desk and spilled my coffee on my phone. (Phone still works, thankfully.)
Saturday: At a restaurant for breakfast, reached for the sugar dispenser and knocked it over instead. When I stood up to clean up the mess, I once again kneed the table and spilled my coffee.
Then, since I was thinking about how to get through the rain that was coming down in sheets when I got home from the store, I forgot to hang the little visitor's pass from my rear-view. Which led to:
Sunday: Got driven out to the towing company's shithole lot to recover my car, for the sum of $150.
Given that this posts first thing Monday morning, I can only assume that my site will crash instead.
Edit, 10:55 AM: So far, so good. A thought I just had while on Google chat: Being 33, maybe I should be drinking a Rolling Rock every night to appease the gods.
