Perhaps someone is trying to kill me

Yesterday, while attempting to trek to the train station in the middle of a snowstorm, I slipped down some of the stairs that lead from my apartment to the street. Luckily I fell into fluffy snow, so no harm done. (I ended up turning around 15 feet later and coming into work late because I just wasn't going to safely make it to the train.)

Today, while walking past Sebastian's here in Boston, two giant chunks of ice fell from the roof of the building and landed on me. One chunk hit my head, one chunk hit the top of my back. For a split second I was really confused and saw birdies like on Tom and Jerry. Then I realized I had been hit with balls of ice and thought that someone was throwing them at me. Only as I looked around for the culprit did I realize the ice had come from above.

So maybe God is all pissed off at something I did or didn't do, and maybe (S)He is making up for what ended up being a light fall yesterday by trying to smite me with ice. Or someone is standing on the roof of Sebastian hurling ice chunks, or maybe the store just should have put out one of those "Caution: Falling Ice" signs. I think all of these options are equally plausible.

What's kind of funny is that yesterday while walking to South Station, I was noticing lots of "Caution: Falling Ice" signs and wondering if they do any good. I mean, what are you going to do? Not walk? There are high rooftops everywhere, and there is definitely ice and snow everywhere at the moment. I decided that the only reason for the sign is to cover the establishment's ass when someone gets beaned by said falling ice.

Now... well, now I'm pretty sure the other reason is so that when someone does get beaned by said falling ice, they're not surprised and therefore don't stand around crosseyed and searching for an ice-ball hurler in the vicinity.

My f***ing head hurts. Good morning to you too, world.