The bad juju continues — even my friend is noticing

See, it’s not just me:

Clearly, crazy is contagious. Or at least Lucky’s particular brand is.

I won’t even go into all the details of the checking under beds/behind curtains/in closets nonsense we had to go through last night, but to say I felt like Leonard Hofstadter placating Sheldon Cooper wouldn’t be much of an exaggeration.
Even with all that, I was pretty much expecting to be awoken in the middle of the night by a teddy-bear-holding Lucky asking if I could make some cocoa and read a storybook. So when the doorbell rang at 5:45 in the morning I was irritated, but not entirely surprised.
Except Lucky wasn’t standing outside – it was just the newspaper.
And my room doesn’t actually have a doorbell.

Comments

  1. Haha. Great allusion to the Big Bang Theory.

    Our minds are a wonderful and scary thing.

    Either that, or when they dropped off your newspaper, the paper boy accidentally left his phone on loud.

  2. Walk down the hall and check into the Four Seasons. The Hilton S’pore is awful, and that’s before you throw in any superstition.

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