Some events are like the univese trying to deliver a message.

[bktheirregular]

Walking back down York Avenue after finishing an errand. Reading a book on the Pocket PC.

Bird decides it has to answer nature's call ten feet above my head.

Hits my hand with the Pocket PC in it; hits my head square on the top. From the shock, I drop the Pocket PC and it smashes to the concrete. (Thankfully it works after, though badly banged up; Dell built that thing to last.)

Whoever's in charge, I get the message already.

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[natmerc.livejournal.com]

I've had several people tell me that's supposed to bring you good luck -- but I think that's just something they say so that they can laugh. Just wait, it happens to most people eventually.

I hope your day got better after that.

[bktheirregular]

Too early to tell; the thing happened too late in the day, and I'm still drying out after washing the (literal) crap out of my hair.