A week ago Monday, I wound up in Emerg with Sciatica. Then I got dumped. About 3 hours ago, I became unemployed.
Look, I’m not going to lie. A big part of my psyche is hiding under my bed and it aint coming out for anything.
My mum always used to say that bad things came in 3’s.
And as near as I can count, that’s three bad things.
Something good now, right?