jinxed. that's what the occupants of my house is.

i was left stranded at work cos my ride had to leave to the hospital. spoke to another bouncer, said that he would send me back so i said to him to come and get me when he's ready, i'll be inside. 5 minutes later, a guy came in and said to me:

"hey aren't you supposed to be leaving with michael?"
"he's already left hasn't he?"
"yeap"

so i got home anyway. dead tired. took off my shirt. took out the contents of my left pocket: phone, ciggys and some coins. the back pocket: wallet. the right pocket: the keys to my house, more coins AND the keys to the stock room in the bar. devil knows how they're gonna restock now.

woke up around midday and went upstairs to look for said fella who had to leave for the hospital (he's my housemate). just wanted to know what happened the night before. he opened the door and i stood there, mouth gaping, not knowing what to say. he was covered in blood from the head to the stomach. tripped on the cables in his room and hit his head on the table, just inches away from his left eye. there was blood everywhere. looked like a freakin horrow movie. and the poor guy has an assignment due tomorrow. i gave him lollies to ease the pain.

then later on in the evening i bumped into another housemate. she looked worse for the wear. she had a parking fine from work, drove home, had a cop pull her over and give her a traffic fine. drives off again, and have another car ram straight into her passenger door.

and i'm still not ready for my presentation tomorrow. hope the computer doesn't die on me half way through.