The thing about having nothing ever happen to you is that when wishing something actually did you often forget to factor in Murphy's Law of Effect.
And for all those who read a little too much Vanity Fair, that means anything that could go wrong will go wrong.
There's a nice little cartoon in the States about it.
Funny.
And trust me, it's anything but funny when it happens to you.
Aside from being arrested for falling asleep during a suicide that actually turned out to be a murder, I also stubbed my toe on some sort of chessboard table thing and got thrown out of my flat.
Good news, I'm now friends(? Hard to tell) with a fairy.
A sarcastic one.
Who solves crimes.
And she's eerily good at what she does.
A part of me feels like it sounds like a fairytale and I can already see you moving your mouse to click away.
Go on.
I won't stop you.
In fact, I encourage you to.
But chew on this, those of you who stayed, it's only a fairytale if it's written in the wrong universe.
But I need a couple of irrefutable witnesses just in case, so I'll tell you exactly how Murphy screwed me over.
I'll start with the fact that my job sucks.
It's not enough being shot in the shoulder, when you get home alive, they do their best to make you want a bullet to brain too.
Grey and dreary even on the prettiest of days, Lainister Hospital and Clinic puts the 'pain' into its name.
With its slowly dying secretary and painful bright white death lights, it was almost believable that it'd be the scene of a murder..
Note that, I said almost.