A streak of bum luck continued with the illumination last night of my car's engine service light, and the commencement of alarming sounds from beneath its hood.
Then, my Inspiron laptop croaked at the tender age of 4, taking stupidly un-backed-up files with it. "No bootable devices found" = dead hard drive. Bullshit.
Eh, what can one do?
I did get wine, a shoe-fly pie, a living room rug, and cookware for my birthday. All part of the great trade-off we call life.