So The Bad Run...

...of kharma continues. One of the young "kids" at work needed to borrow ten bucks to put gas in his car so he could get home, so I happily lent it to him. I get home and it's kinda nice outside considering how it's been of late. So I get the ceiling fans going, open the sliding door in the bedroom that opens out to a lake and also figure I'd open the window in the living area. The place is so small it gets a nice breeze going. BAD MOVE. I replaced the blinds about two years ago, but I rarely open them because I'm located right at the bottom of the stairs that head to the upper floors. Well, as usual, after months of being closed, the window was a bitch to get open. So I had to raise the blind to muscle it open, being cautious not to break the window as my neighbor had done a year ago. Got that bitch open so I went to lower the blinds and that was NOT going to happen. I tried for twent minutes to get that fucker closed and then in one last attmept I guess the thing just decided to give up the ghost. It came tumbling down out of it's moorings and hit me square under the eye, opening a 1/4 inch gash. After a few expletives, which I rarely use, I went to survey the damage. Oddly enough, it was fairly deep, but wasn't bleeding that badly, which I found odd. Guess my aspirin a day ain't keeping my blood as thin as I need. Not looking forward to a trip to the Urgent Care center around the corner and having had almost the same thing happen about 25 years ago when installing a weight machine, I pulled out my hydrogen peroxide, cleaned the wound and slapped a butterfly bandage on it. The surrounding area is already turning blue/purple. Another battle scar on a face that has had too many to count. And what the fuck is it with this kharma thing? Since most things in my life seem to work the opposite of how they're supposed to, I'm gonna start being a bad ass and treating people like Ghengis Khan would. Maybe that will even things out. And I will let the maintenance people take care of this issue. If I do it again it damned well might kill my ass.

UPDATE: As I posted this the local weather guy said he couldn't wait to get home and open his windows. I'd lookout chump, if I were you. This shit could be contagious.