Is the universe trying to tell me something or am I trying to tell something to the universe?
Things that have happened to me in the last 14 days:
1. Aforementioned run-in with cyclist and consequent continuing disablement.
2. Contracted cold from Johnny Guatarri who is full of boy germs.
3. Had allergy attack that lasted 24 hours.
4. Lost swipe card on the same day as it was activated for new permanent office space after having swipe card for nearly three years. Now do not have access to either old stupid or new good office space.
5. Left phone at home about 48 times (including today) and missed important calls such as Melissa’s Best Gossip Ever.
6. Got lost on the way to Erskineville and was an hour late for a meeting that I had rescheduled after I didn’t turn up at all the first time due to aforementioned run-in with cyclist and consequent continuing disablement.
I have also been having recurring dreams where I yell at people at dinner parties. I am quite sure they have something to do with karma for my general misanthropy (Miss Ann Thropy) which has recently involved not calling back an old friend who just moved to town (no time for picking up an old thread which was based on suburban teenage drunkenness and in-jokes that principally involved Triple J and Richie Benaud), not going to another old friend’s wedding interstate and informing her of this by post the week before (couldn’t afford it, waited to win the lottery until it was too late, then also realised their phone number was in the phone that I had previously lost which was the perfect foil for the gutless letter option), and passionately detesting people who display characteristics such as ‘perkiness’ and ‘charm’ (perhaps I suspect them of other characteristics such as ‘loyalty’ and ‘ability to remember things’?).