Good things come in… I dont know what the incrament is.

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I’m worried that something really terrible is about to happen to me. Let me briefly recount the events of the past six days (I am leaving out the horrible, crushing weight that is the end of the semester, which has been horrible and crushing, to focus entirely on the positive. and for some reason my bullets arent working but i’m not fucking with it now):

  • Wednesday I was offered a position at Wonkette, which has brought me instant fame and fortune to the tune of an email from a newspaper editor and an additional $200 per month.
  • Given the use of an totally rad moped for the summer months with no essentially no strings attached.
  • Sold 2 prints.
  • Have a job that is interesting, flexible, pays well, and, most importantly, is relevant to my life.
  • Jackass who runs a certain camera store that shall not be named just called me to tell me that, at long, long last, my Hasselblad is ready to be picked up.
  • First gallery show is on track.

So what horrible inevitability awaits me? Was this the karmic counter-weight to how shitty the past couple of years have been? Or is my balance now so completely out of whack that I should expect to be crushed by a falling piano or something like that? What the fuck is going on?