Bad Signs

Should I take it as a bad sign that ladybugs have flocked to my door? I have no less than 5 ladybugs on my door and two in the house. I can't remember how that works.
I've been bad recently. I went out and got a ipod shuffle. Here I am again, spending money I shouldn't be spending for a toy. This one doesn't even have any vibration. It does, however, have a wicked cool sound to it.
I'm getting a day off tomorrow. I'm so happy about that. I was running on fumes today. I still didn't walk out the door on time, but I didn't stay as late as my new assistant either. I'm just happy I don't have to be at work at 6 a.m. tomorrow. I'm all about sleeping in, but I'm sure I will be up early anyway. I have to hit the store and pick up some crochet hooks. I seem to have lost mine in the the move. I still have boxes all over the apartment too. This place is a wreck. I'm sure I'm also going to use the day to clean up a little.
One of my old associates called me yesterday. She wanted to let me know she'd seen Bruno on tv talking about a haunted house. Two days before that I heard him on the radio talking about the same damn house and today in the paper he was giving yet another interview about the house. Technically it is a haunted building, but who am I to quibble? I swear the universe pisses me off sometimes. If he and I aren't meant to be friends, or I'm not to play a role in his life, then why does he keep popping up every damn place? It isn't like these aren't things that I could be missing. Life is a matter of moments all strung together, hasn't someone said that? They are often and easily missed moments as well as connections. Why can't I be missing these moments? All it does is emphasize to me that I'm fucking up again in trying to find friends. I can't find people down here to make a connection with that don't work with me or for me.
There is a point. There is a point. There is a point. The fates have to have more to do than just fuck with my life. Don't they?