Speaking too soon

Last Thursday, I remarked that I was glad to actually have gotten sick in the middle of the week.

Given the title of this post, one might surmise that I spent much of the weekend unconscious. This is true. However, this was also the weekend my parents were visiting.

I have survived.

Only to come to class today and have the professor declare that he finally figured out what to do for our test while watching Kill Bill. Both parts.

Again, I spoke too soon.

This leaves me in an awkward situation. I can't just give up on things in hopes that the cosmic forces of irony will rescue me from having spoken too soon, because that would be tempting Murphy, and I am not that crazy.

Hmmm...