It’s been an interesting few days. Friday, I forgot my bike lock key and left my bike on the rack without locking it. Bike stolen. This weekend the PS2 decided it doesn’t like blue discs. Yesterday I left my wallet on the bus and am about to call back to see if anyone turned it in to the bus driver. Since about 30% of bus riders here have prison tattoos, I don’t know how I’d rate my chances. I have this theory that there are not really any streaks of bad luck. One bad thing happening to you makes you more sensitive to the next incident and you mentally string them together. Bad things and good things happen to you every day. You may start worrying about the bad things and ignoring the good things if you’re not careful.
UPDATE: no wallet found. 🙁