Welp, my card carrying mutie privileges were stolen away from me and this week has been a *nightmare* so far.
I've tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and landed on my knees - heeey, I can FEEL my knees again but man I wish I couldn't right about now. Spilled a coffee down my favorite shirt, missed every single light on a street when I was late for something, stepped in my cat's puke (Thanks, Guinness, really), and got a fucking paper cut trying to open up my mail.
I'm pretty done with being a normal person if this is the kind of shit everyone's luck pulls on them regularly. Sure, when my luck messed things up it did it on an epic scale that usually involved someone getting shot, but you know. This is torture. I hope whoever nicked my powers is having a good time with them.
Half price drinks over at the Inferno Club (which we're gonna be renaming soon, more on that some other time). Come try a pumpkin spice martini, you won't regret it. Probably, anyway.