Lady Luck

Lady luck has got me on a noose this week. For those who don’t know, Lady Luck aka Fortuna is the Greek goddess of fortune, she apparently has overall control on good and bad luck; and she must have some sort of grudge with me this week.

I am having what most people refer to as Murphy’s Law in action; I call it god having one of his deedee moments. Those,”what does this button do?” moments where he puts you in trial after trial after trial just to see your breaking point. Not the major stuff like death or illness, just the little things. Like when your sandal breaks smack in the middle of town and you have no money for new ones, then I bet him and the angels or whoever else is up there, will sit around a crystal ball watching you and betting on how long it takes you to cry.

Everything that can go wrong will go wrong…

From getting soaking wet in the rain to losing a phone still in the same rain and (the mother of all cliché) running out of fuel in traffic. I must say that this week has begun and continued on a very bad note. And that is only a sample of my misfortunes.

It’s only Wednesday (I think) and I am already exhausted. I don’t think I can stand another drop of rain (that’s a first for me) and all of a sudden I hate my job.

I just want to be 7 again, I will even settle for 13, as depressingly hormonal as I was at that stage, I would rather be crying in bed because some adolescent boy wrote a love letter to my best friend instead of me than sitting in bed too tired and mid-level depressed to sleep or even cry for that matter.

Right now I am sitting on my bed, its midday but I haven’t so much as gotten up to pee. My apartment is a mess, I am a mess. I have a sore throat developing and something else that feels like a permanent hangover, and did I mention that I now hate rain!

I have no idea where my car is. After it broke down on me I went into a minor panic attack, got out of the car, locked it and started my walk home dripping in tears and rain for the second time that day. Halfway through my walk, I was feeling a lil bit closer to human again so I called the boyfriend on my now only phone and again broke into a gibberish sob filled tale of how I might have just pawned off my car to thugs or whoever was willing to tow it away

He offered to take care of it, that man god him, and I made him swear that if at all it had been stolen he wouldn’t tell me about it until the next day. He still hasn’t called so it’s either everything is fine and the car is safely parked in his garage or alternatively, there is no more car and he is just deciding on the safest non manic-episode way to tell me.

I took the day off, on account of being sick but seriously all I wanted was a little me time.

Lady luck, if you are out there this is also a perfect chance for you to come and face me with whatever transgression you think I did to deserve this. Let’s talk it out, girl to god, if I can’t convince you to cut me loose, I will at least try to kill you. It is possible to kill a Greek mythical goddess, right???