My life is ruled by Murphy's law, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". It started off with a fairly harmless incident involving dye, hair and something that was supposed to be the color red but had a striking resemblance with black. Well, no problem, I fix.
Then, when I should transfer files from my old computer to my laptop, Eniac crashes, glaring back at me with a dead violet screen. OK, no problem, I fix.
When I moved out from my dorm room and had to clean away two years of accumulated dust, the vacuum cleaner didn't work. Arrgh, no problem, I fix.
All that was nothing compared to what happened next. Marvin died. That broke my heart. My brother tries to save him, but we're running out of time. Anything that can go wrong will go fucking fucking wrong.
T minus three hours.
I have to leave for the airport soon, to Copenhagen. I fly via Charles de Gaulle and Salt Lake City to Santa Barbara. The bags are packed. Marvin is still dead. Panic.
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