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Yes, it’s that time of year again. As well as my G3 Station Managerial duties I’ll be writing a 50,000 word novel. Yes I am kinda crazy.

So FYI don’t expect many updates in November

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This will more than likely make sound quite nuts, but given some recent events, I’ve been thinking a lot about supernatural protectors. You know what I mean – Lady Luck, guardian angels, protection spirits, ancestor ghosts, personal deities. Whatever you want to call them, I’m kind of thinking they might be real. You see, ever since I fell and hit my head on the way to work, I’ve had tremendous luck in avoiding any further incidents. I thought it was just fluke, but I recently had another one of these ‘amazing coincidence’  things that made me wonder.

I was relaxing in the bath. I’d had a hard day, I was tired and achy and I fell asleep. In the bath. Generally this is not a good plan. I guess I wasn’t all the way asleep, just heavily dozing because I thought that I heard the door open and Andy come in and stand over me. There was something at least casting a shadow over me. I jerked upright, spitting out water, because apparently I’d started inhaling the bath water, but the kicker is there wasn’t anyone there. 

So I started thinking about other flukes. Like the time I was crossing the bridge when we had all that ice and snow, and I slipped and would have fallen backwards and hit my head on the railing and maybe got hypothermia before anyone found me, if not for the sheer chance that a bit of plastic attached to the railing fluttered into my hand as I was flailing off balance that I could use to stop my fall and right myself.

It seems insane to me that something or someone could have influenced both these events, until I started thinking about when Andy and I were first dating. I regularly felt like there was someone in the room watching us when there blatantly wasn’t, and when I mentioned it to Andy he just shrugged and said, ‘oh yeah that’s probably my ghost’. I thought he was fucking with me until he told me of the several times when he was younger that he’d felt or half seen a tall man in a long coat and hat near him in times of emotional or physical stress. The ghost hung around us a lot until the second time Andy asked me to marry him, and I said I’d think about it. I saw him one last time, in the well of the stairs at Andy’s old house, and it was almost as if he nodded and left.

We agreed it was probably because the ghost felt like he didn’t need to watch out for Andy any more; it was satisfied I wouldn’t hurt him, so it left. I wonder now if it came back because of how terrified Andy was when I hit my head, and now the ghost is there to protect the both of us – Andy from the loss of me, and me doing something retarded >.<

(Title from Paranoid Big Brother by 3 Daft Monkeys)

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