Dear Karma...

about 5 weeks ago a crazy freak accident occurred at my flat. Without going into too much detail, the incident involved the police camping out in my home for 7 hours. It was also possibly the worst day of my life.

Fortunately, the situation (or what remains of it) looks to be under control, my blood pressure has stabilized, and things are starting to revert to normal.

Enter this week. After weeks of umpteen double-digit work days, my roommate and I decided to leave the office at a decent hour to go to the gym near our home. On the train back into the city, we received a phone call from our landlord... telling us our building had been burglarized.

We thought our flat had escaped unscathed, until we got home. 3 of the 4 flats in our building had been hit, including our own. When the police show up at your home and they recognize you, I have to figure it's not exactly an enviable position to be in.

So I have to ask, Karma... wtf? Turns out Karma had an answer for that too.

So, um... I guess maybe I should say, "thanks"? I'll keep the faith.