Sometimes, like today, I cannot help but feel as though I am Wile E. Coyote and everybody/thing else in the world is the fucking road-runner. I'm just cruising along and then "Beep-frickin-beep" and KABLAMMO!
I get a rocket through the head. Or a cliff collapses under me. Or I fall into a tiger pit.
I'm not going into work today. Anybody who suggests otherwise is going to have an anvil dropped on them from a great height.