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I wear bracelets. One on my left wrist, two on my right.
In the last week, both the bracelets on my right hand have broken. Both the small thread bracelet I bought at Venice with Sarah first semester, and my trademark livestrong bracelet. The latter snapped randomly during my geology field trip.
Now, I am not generally one for superstition, but I believe this to be a bad omen.
To further arouse my suspicions, I lost a sock in the laundry today. Not just any sock. A running sock. But not just any running sock, one of those perfect ones that clings to your foot in just the right places, and is always the first sock you look for when you open your drawer before a run. This is another bad omen it seems.
While my life seems to float on placid seas, the universe seems to be telling me that not all is well.