of omens

i bumped my knee on the lower edge of the dining table earlier tonight. now it's inflamed and has this big ugly bruise. owww. now i'm kinda concerned. i have lived long enough to identify personal manifestations of bad luck. or maybe it's just a sign of a very edgy subconscious. my friend olie once jokingly taunted me "listen to your body. your body is telling you something!" true enough, every time i hurt myself something more unpleasant follows. i once tripped, got my finger sandwiched between the door and its frame and got my head banged hard onto the ceiling of a tricycle when it lurched over a pothole all in the same day. of course, a few days later would come my personal 9/11. i hope this table incident would bring just a minor hiccup this time.