My life has been a disaster ever since Heath Ledger died. Weird, right? I mean, I didn’t even like Heath Ledger. But, according to my friend Heather, I brought bad karma upon myself by being insensitive to his passing. Apparently it’s not okay for your first words upon hearing about a celebrity’s death to be, “I hope he finished filming The Dark Knight first.”
From that moment on, nothing has gone right. Walking to the train after work, a lens in my eyeglasses just popped right out of the frame. Randomly. In the middle of a crowd. When does that ever happen?
Then this morning, when I was working under deadline at home, my Internet stopped working. For 45 minutes. Just long enough for me to miss my deadline.
And things were just getting started.
I got in my car. No heat. After we just three months ago paid big bucks to have it fixed! So I had to drive all the way to Boston in subfreezing temperatures with cold fingers and toes.
Then I arrived at the parking garage and lowered the driver-side window to take the parking ticket. I heard a grinding noise. Then the window froze, half open, never to move again. Which meant the drive home would a) be without heat, and b) expose me to the elements, assuming that c) no one stole the car with the stupid window wide open.
And all because I made one innocuous little remark! The irony is, I actually thought Batman Begins was kinda dull, so really I couldn’t even care less if Heath Ledger finished filming The Dark Knight. (Which, it turns out, he did.)
*Sigh.*
