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Well, they say bad things come in threes, so I ought to have just one more to go.

Yesterday my bike was stolen. Today, my _new_ girlfriend "bowed out of the relationship" for reasons that, once again, had nothing to do with me.

And tomorrow I get to go to the psychiatrist to talk about my depression, anxiety and unemployment. Can we say "irony".

::sigh::

It's times like this that I _really_ wish I drank.