Delta brought me home some chocolate covered potato chips today. If you said "Ew," then you have never had PMS. Or you are a cardiologist. The chips came in a very pretty leopard print Chinese takeout box and are my new favorite thing. And I've discovered the root of my run of misfortune: Our bed is inauspiciously placed. In re-doing our bedroom, we moved the bed so our feet face the door, we're in full (porno) view of the huge mirrored doors, right across from the bathroom and over the garage. Any more anti-shui and we'd probably spontaneously combust in the night. If my back weren't broken from falling down the stairs, I'd move the bed. I guess I'll have to keep my fingers crossed till the bruises heal. Incidentally, if anyone has any holy water they'd like to donate or maybe a necklace of garlic or a silver bullet...wait...am I mixing superstitions?