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Balls.

It's just bad luck. I've found that the worst days are the ones full of minor annoyances. This is something that most people will agree with, I think. You stub your toe a few times or knock your shins against something. Maybe you slam your finger in something or trip. All the little things add up and get blown up into the worst days while days with legitimate misfortunes are just bad days.

So I was at Dobie with a friend yesterday. "Ooh." I said, walking into the comic store. There was a $2 bin of comics wrapped up. I rifled through them, looking for good covers. "Are you serious?" He said. "You're one to talk," I said. "Besides, they're $2." I stood in the check-out line for about 5 minutes before making it to the desk, smiling. "That'll be $2.20" The clerk said. I handed him my card. "Oh, there's actually a $5 minimum." He said. "Oh." I said. I picked up a few more comics, waited another 5 minutes in line, and checked out again. "Awesome." I said.

We stopped off in the mart to grab some drinks before we went up to his room. I grabbed a soda out of the freezer and we went to check out. In the 15 seconds it took to walk to the freezer and back, 5 people materialized in the line. That's okay, I thought to myself. I went up to check out. "Oops, there's a $5 minimum." My friend said, jokingly. I laughed. "That would be terrible." "Actually there's a $2 minimum." The clerk said. "Oh." I said. I snatched a few pieces of Laffy Taffy up and threw them on the counter. "Awesome." I said.

Racquetball went just as well. I hit myself a few times. I got hit a few times. Awesome, I guess. Then some things happened. I saw it going that direction, sure. So that wasn't really a surprise. I figured if it was going to be a bad day I might as well contain all the possible bad events into that one day. I say that like it's a devestating event. It's not. I hope everything is not ruined forever, though. That would be terrible. It probably is. That's okay.

Things happen, I suppose. Most of them happen to be less than good. That's okay. It's worth taking that step, I think, even if it's irreversible. The step out of bed. The step out of the shower. The step out the door, up the stairs, off the sidewalk. Even if you immediately trip and fall. It's not terrible.

It's just a good run of bad luck.

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