Every so often, there’s that<\/i> day. <\/p>\n
The day where you get an email from a former flame who wants her record player back, because one year ago, she really wanted you to hear the way that Beatles sound on vinyl. Specifically, the Revolver album. <\/p>\n
It’s also the same day when you get into a fender bender on the freeway during heavy traffic at night. A car rear-ends you at a slow speed. You step outside, look at the damage, but you’re so shocked that it happened. You get the driver’s business card and you think five minutes, “The insurance information!” And it’s too late as you see the driver speed off two lanes over.<\/p>\n
It’s the day when you spill a little coffee on your white shirt, a pen stain on your hand, and when someone cuts you off in line.<\/p>\n
You think to yourself, This isn’t a bad day. This isn’t a bad day.<\/i> But the moment that you get a text saying that your library books are overdue and your friend cancels dinner, you start to believe that there’s bad luck even though for your sanity, you had to swore bad luck off 5 years ago.<\/p>\n
So it’s 8 PM and you seek mind-numbing experiences. Where will you begin? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Every so often, there’s that day. The day where you get an email from a former flame who wants her record player back, because one year ago, she really wanted you to hear the way that Beatles sound on vinyl. … Continue reading