So, we all know about the door. And there was the period of time earlier today when all the shit to the right there just vanished (when I republished, it came back).
But get this, kids, I just blew every lightbulb in the downstairs except two. Went to the bathroom, flipped the switch–lightbulb blew. Went to the kitchen to do some dishes, flipped the switch–lightbulb blew. Turned on the light in the dining room/laundry room/narrow spot between here and the kitchen, and one bulb blew. Walked back under it and all of the rest of them blew.
I’m afraid to go upstairs, because we don’t have any more lightbulbs after I replace all the ones down here.
Am I magic? Did I bring home something disgruntled from Puerto Rico? Do I have superpowers? I wonder if I can ask my neighbors to let me in their house to see if I have the same effect on their lightbulbs.