Law of Murphy's Statistics

If you walk into a hardware store, say to buy a part to fix your broken toilet, you will discover that toilet parts come in a variety of sizes. There is no standard. Ever. This leaves you standing in front of the wall of toilet parts going "I was supposed to measure it? It's a toilet part! How different can one toilet be from another?"

Supposed you have 120 different kinds of part you need for a toilet. Out of those 120, four will not work with your toilet even if you get one that's designed for idiots who didn't know they had to measure for the part. Statistics tell us that a person has a 1 in 30 chance of picking the wrong part.

Murphy tells us that a person will pick the wrong part 9 out of 10 times.

Guess who gets to go back to Lowe's tonight to exchange the part she bought to fix the downstairs toilet? -_-

Sick

I knew it was going to happen. The weather changes and I get sick. I'm not real bad off right now. Just very tired. miome came home to find me conked out in bed. I can't sleep, but I feel drained.

I'm so glad this is Fall Break and I don't have to worry about classes. However, classes start back on Thursday and that's when I do field work outside. Ugh.

Bizarre minds

Only my brain could come up with a way to write a story featuring unicorns and AIDS. -_- The only reason I'm not more fed up with this plot is because the story lacks about 2 1/2 scenes before it's done. True one of the scenes left is the gut wrenching "Oh god, I'm dying" scene, but hey, I've already passed the porn bit. That's the hard part for me to write.

Would you like a side of angst with your depression?

I still can't beleive I not only wrote this, but am almost done with it.