I think I am falling from grace. Slowly at first, but speeding up as I go , just like the law of physics would require from a free-falling object, cause I feel like one and I am so scared of what the bottom is gonna be like if I reach it. Utter bad luck. I’ ve found myself caught in its web for some time now. I ‘ve gotten pretty tired of all these misfortunes standing in my way and waiting for something miraculously brilliant to happen to break this streak of bad luck. No african acquaintances so that I could blame it on voodoo practices. I have even started to think that this is some kind of upper-powered punishment but hard as I try, I can’ t recall any worth punishing doings of mine and I haven’ t even made my mind yet about the philosophical or actual existence of upper powers. But how could I make this cloud over my head go away? Religion comes in very handy at times like this.. Too bad for me I guess.. Even worse for me, I don’ t believe in magic either, so this spell I found is useless to me. It says: ”Go for a walk and pick up seven twigs from the ground, one to represent each day of the week. Traditionally, the twigs should be ash for Monday, beech for Tuesday, elm for Wednesday, oak for Thursday, horse chestnut for Friday, yew for Saturday, and elder for Sunday. Take them home, snap them into pieces, and burn them in the hearth or a bonfire. Say: Ill luck is broken, all these words are spoken.” Practical magic is not so practical after all! Who has time to spend looking for herbs and plants out in the woods?
I guess the only way to fight my bad luck is to laugh about it, at least while I still can. And to listen to some bittersweet songs too 
