I Guess The Universe Is Telling Me Something…

Three times this afternoon I’ve walked down to the vending machine to get a candy bar. Each time, there has been someone standing in front of that particular vending machine trying to decide what to get, so I’ve left (you don’t stand in line for a vending machine). I guess the universe is telling me not to have a candy bar today.

Good. I don’t really need it. I like it when the universe works this way.