What did I do, karma?

Seriously, like it wasn't humiliating enough to have to give in to my pride and stubborn it'll be better overnight attitude and to go to the pharmacy to get something to support my ankle after a little incident (not proud to admit, but high heels and a toga plus a relatively long walk to the student village in the middle of the night did not equal as graceful gait as I'd hoped...), the universe had to go like nope, she hasn't learned her lesson yet.

I started to lock my bike next to a group of other bikes on a street crowded with people when it happened. The thing I am always dreading when parking my bike. The domino effect. 

I couldn't do anything to stop it, and after a few seconds (that felt like minutes) there were about eight bikes on the ground, a screaming red blush on my face (at least it felt like it) and a young man commenting how smoothly they all fell down. At least he was enough of a gentleman to help me lift them up. 

Feeling a bit laughed at by the universe, I marched to the pharmacy and bought the fancier kind of ankle-thingy as I thought I can't really afford to be picky about the price. I even got the membership card, just in case I'll make a habit of spending my Friday afternoons visiting pharmacies from now on.

Just when I started to crawl back to my place (after unlocking my bike extremely carefully) and thought that now I'll just spend the rest of the evening doing something that won't cause anyone any harm, I almost got hit by a car.

Seriously, what is up with this?

Maybe this isn't even that big of a deal, but since I am tired it feels like I'm defeated. I'm going to start cooking now, we'll see if I end up accidentally steaming something else than the broccoli. Wouldn't surprise me, though.