I am cursed

There is no doubt in my mind that I am cursed. It started with the Zune player. I still believe it was somebody else’s. After all she left the cup with the liquid in my car. I am not responsible for putting the player in the actual cup. Then there was jamming the cd player. Then there was breaking the toilet. Then there was the breaking the sliding door to the laundry area. I put the Nestle quick in the milk before I warmed it. That is a no no. Milk gets warmed first then in goes the magic power.
I am cursed.
Then there was the 2.5 day of Migraine. That was an adventure in itself. Mum dragged me to the doctor. Just because I couldn’t eat and kept throwing up. Nothing new there. She dragged me there anyway. The old I am feeling much better on the way did not work.
So I went. I got two shots in the bum. The right bum side still hurts. One for the puking and one for the pain. Didn’t do me a bit of good. Why? Because I am cursed. Because I still had the headache. I still puked. Alright the waffle fries from Chick-fil-a were probably not a good idea. But who knew. I ate the chicken noodle soup with no problem. I am glad I didn’t go for the chick-fil-a sandwich. I ate it the next morning. It would have been a shame to of tossed that back up. It would put me off to chick-fil-a for a week.
So I wasted thirty bucks and my butt hurts. I am cursed.
My black and white cat won’t leave Kathryn’s cat alone and I cant sleep. I slept for 2.5 days straight.
I am cursed.
I dropped a cup of tea on the carpet. Conner was standing by me and he said I DIDN’T DO IT. Apparently he either does it a lot. Dropping a drink on the carpet or getting blamed for the something he didn’t do.
I am cursed.
Probably by the boogey man.