I felt odd. I felt like I wasn't doing anything meaningful. I wanted to come home and do something about not doing anything. My plans went right up my imaginary vagina. There was this power surge which destroyed a couple of a light bulps, burnt a few cm of coil in one of the celing fans and destroyed a fluorescent lamp choke.
There are two questions here. Why do physical phenomena not under our control hit us when we are at our most vulnerable selves? And why do I hate the vagina?
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