Alright, the fact of my life is I have no luck. No, strike that, if I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck. I've been silent about any sort of hopes or desires because, well, if I mention them then there is a good chance something can go wrong.

Yesterday is a prime example.

I got my tax money back. Not a fortune, nothing that you say is mad money. I have plans for nearly every dime of it. In fact a large part of it is suppose to be sent in June, for this little thing coming up I started call the East Coast get together. *sigh*

However on my way to work yesterday all of a sudden the inside of the car got hot, and smelled hot. Then I seen the engine gauge go right to the top. I pulled right over. Lucky me, I got a tow directly to the local repair shop near where I work.

The end result being, somehow, in a million to one shot, I hit a rock which bounced up and punctured my radiator. Yes they found the rock still there. The bill to remove and replace the radiator literally ate my NY state tax return in one visit. Gone. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, nothing.

Oh well back to refigure the finances. Why can't something go right just once? Was I that bad a person in my youth or am I just paying for something I screwed up majorly in a former life? Sometimes I simply wonder.