It might just be... me

After a series of rather unfortunate incidents, I've come to a shocking conclusion.

That it might just be... me.

This series is just too damn bizarre to explain it any other way.
And looking through the common element in each and every case where stocks tumbled, hard disk fouled up, missed 4D prizes and today, a major cock up involving my new posting date, my superb intectual senses pointed out the thread that bound everything together.

It is none other than yours truly.

No wonder there's a strange humming sound in the air.
That's the sound of me vibrating every so slightly now and then to the strange tunes of fate pulling me in the weirdest direction...

Clearing the air...

I've always thought that the worst load to bring over from one place to another is a load of bad blood.

It would appear that I might have to leave this place with the abovementioned load.
But who was to say for sure?
Because in the span of an afternoon conversation, the air was cleared.
Well, sort of...

Guess it's better than nothing.
For now, let me just tie up the loose ends here.