Yesterday, I locked myself out of my apartment, and then a minute later, stepped in dogcrap. According to Taiwanese thinking, I should have bought myself a lottery ticket. I refrained, mostly because had I attempted to do so, I probably would have set myself on fire in the process.
I only write about this now, because it's now impossible for Life to make the day any worse.
Oh yes, and remember how on New Year's Day I predicted in jest that this year I'd see more people from my past. Ran into another old coworker at the Fine Art Museum a couple weeks ago. He didn't recognize me either.
You win again，Life