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The funny thing was, I saw Bluebeard this morning. I hadn't seen him in months; he's this dad who lives in my building who's always taking his little daughter to the bus stop, and he looks like a completely run-of-the-mill working dad in dress and demeanor, save for the fact that his goatee is dyed a bright electric blue. (The rest of his hair is black.) I used to consider seeing him good luck, for some reason. Part of my made-up superstitious collection of obsessive compulsions, no doubt.

Who knew it would turn out to be one of the worst days of my entire life? Not Bluebeard, I hope; I hope he didn't know that.

I certainly hadn't expected this to be the least of my worries today.

I don't mean to be cryptic, but this blog isn't the place for me to get into specifics. Crampy the Wonder Dwarf is taking a bath and getting into bed with the ka-tet from The Dark Tower and forgetting that the rest of the world exists.

I love you, family and friends. I'm much luckier than I'm giving myself credit for right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:17 PM | shower me with attention