Mmm. Life exploded in my face again.

This is nothing new, right?

Or at least it wouldn't be if any of this had been something I brought on myself.
For all the shit I do that one would EXPECT would blow up in my face later on... no, instead it's always the shit that I had nothing to do with that blows up.

Sweet, sick irony. Irish luck. It's not always good luck yanno... 80% of it seems to be bad luck or dumb luck.

In any case I'll be back on my feet soon enough I HOPE. EVERY TIME I SAY THAT SOMETHING ELSE GOES CATASTROPHICALLY WRONG.

(And I'd post the details of what's going on but this time it's family related and it's just not the sort of thing one puts out into public spaces.)