I don't believe in luck. However, I tend to find myself in many predicaments. Take for instance last week- after coughing for weeks, multiple doctors' visits, and determining no reason for said cough, a resolution was made on the final trip: I had bronchitis and walking pneumonia. Lame. You'd think that a conclusion would have been made before making six trips to the clinic. I've decided, as most have already deduced, that being sick is simply not fun--- even if you do get a week off from work. On the up side, I did catch up on some reading. Friends have been recommending books since the beginning of the year, but I've been far too busy to get to it. On the list are (in order of awesomeness):
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick
Non-Stop by Brian Aldiss
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
Stuff White People Like by Christian Lander (How I lived without this gem is beyond my comprehension).
Anyway read them, I think you'll find you like them too. Blah. I have to be at work in six hours. I should get rested.