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Complex Numbers #1042724 added January 6, 2023 at 5:10am
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Imbalance
Yesterday, I drove up to NYC by means of the usual I-95/NJT route.
Apart from one construction constriction, there were no traffic slowdowns. And that one exception lasted less than a mile.
It gave me this eerie feeling, like watching an alien spacecraft landing, or seeing unicorns dancing with frog people in quicksand: simply something that never, ever happens. Like hearing an honest politician, or going on a second date with someone, or having the IRS owe me money.
This unbalances the universe, you know. It's all out of whack now. Something terrible has to happen to me, personally, in order to return the etheric flow to its proper equilibrium. Maybe I'll get mugged (which hasn't happened to me in New York before). Or trip on a curb and break an arm. Or get food poisoning, or that nasty new 'rona strain, or hit by a taxi and die. The parking lot will wreck my car, or someone will steal it. Something.
Or maybe I'll just encounter an 8-hour backup on the way back home. |
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