The post of zero fabrication
Since I tweeted that cheerful and uncharacteristically optimistic statement ("Today must be my day. Maybe I should buy a lotto ticket" the following has happened:
Ethan projectile vomited all over the back seat of the car
I forked over nearly 600 clams for part of my tuition and books
A girl cut in front of a line of five people, of which I was one, with the excuse "I'm four months pregnant," delivered completely unabashedly and with a hint of entitlement
A blister developed on my left heel
Again with the universe and the jokes.