Red Herring Day.

I lead a blessed life.

I’ve been predicting the eventual drainage of whatever luck I have, but so far, the chips have been falling in my favour; everything that’s resembled an obstacle has conveniently morphed itself into something pleasant. Or it’s been magically wished away.

Therefore, I shall now do the familiar:

My luck’s going to run out on me before I know it.

There. I’ve signaled the death-knell once again.

Happenstance can’t be dancing with me forever.


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