When It Rain It Pours

Shit happens, right? Some days the pile is just a little higher than others.  ― Rodney Riesel

You can say that again.

At the moment in my part of the world, it’s fucking storming.

Murphy’s Law all the way.

Sometimes I’m wondering what grave sins I’ve committed in my past lives to deserve capital punishments such as these.

The upside is: If I land in hell for whatever reason, I might actually enjoy it. And why not when I already have a lot of practice. Being there would be a walk in the park compared to what’s happening to me__ I would not say lately because it’s been going on for so long even these days doesn’t apply anymore.

The downside? Name it.

I can’t laugh about it anymore. Not even hysterically.

Change it? No can do. First of all, it’s not my doing. Never been.

Second: Unless I want to abandon ship and jump into the sea I better stay where I am and bail water out.