Not to sound paranoid or anything, but I’m convinced by this point that the Devil himself has a hand in the events that have occured to me of late. Just as I was recovering from last week’s stomach flu, the pestilence migrated up to my respiratory tract to deluge me with heavy congestion and a sore throat. To make matters worse, even while my laptop is still sitting in the repair shop, my TV suddenly died last night in the middle of a show. Cut off from my portable and multimedia computers, I figured that at least my trusty desktop workhorse was still in operation. But only hours after I commented on this, in one of those classic “spoke too soon” moments, my internet connection went dead as well. I was cautious leaving my apartment this morning, feeling as if someone is slowly trying to cut me off from the world, at least electronically. Until I can pinpoint the nature of such sinister intent, I’ll have to be extra careful with every step I take.