Getting out of my car in the CSUF parking lot, my shoe strap broke, affecting me with a limp all the way to work to keep the damn thing on. Fixed with a stapler.
While eating my lunch before starting work, broke a tooth that renders me unable to chew on the left side of my mouth. Fixed with an appointment at the dentist for next Tuesday.
If they say bad things happen in threes, what's next?
Today's wish: That I won't be pummeled with a huge bill when I visit Mr. Tooth Doctor.
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