Horoscopic
Okay...the curse is real. I swear.
I've been at my desk, working as usual, ignoring the photo of old Bathsheba that's tucked deep in my bag. And...little things have been going wrong all morning. Just little things, but way too many in a row. I spilled a little coffee on a letter I was proofreading. My computer froze -- twice -- and I accidentally closed the wrong file and lost some data. I poked myself with a pushpin, almost fell on my butt in the bathroom, and someone ate all the muffins in the lounge.
Just coincidence, right? I mean, when you let yourself believe in stuff like curses and horoscopes, you can find meaning in the meaningless. I'm just having a bad day....that's all.
I should be expecting good luck soon, right? That's what the Taurus prediction said!
The stupid photo is freaking me out, burning a hole in my bag. I kinda want to put my great-great-grandmother's creepy face through the paper shredder. It'd feel good.
And it's not like there really is a curse!
I've been at my desk, working as usual, ignoring the photo of old Bathsheba that's tucked deep in my bag. And...little things have been going wrong all morning. Just little things, but way too many in a row. I spilled a little coffee on a letter I was proofreading. My computer froze -- twice -- and I accidentally closed the wrong file and lost some data. I poked myself with a pushpin, almost fell on my butt in the bathroom, and someone ate all the muffins in the lounge.
Just coincidence, right? I mean, when you let yourself believe in stuff like curses and horoscopes, you can find meaning in the meaningless. I'm just having a bad day....that's all.
I should be expecting good luck soon, right? That's what the Taurus prediction said!
The stupid photo is freaking me out, burning a hole in my bag. I kinda want to put my great-great-grandmother's creepy face through the paper shredder. It'd feel good.
And it's not like there really is a curse!