Unlucky.

We can't seem to catch a break.

First his car breaks.  No way in the world to get another.

Today his computer breaks. 

Next Peter will evict us.

But I went to the doctor's today--healthy--in body anyway.

I was supposed to go get me some birth control.  Chickened out.  Gunna stick with the old method my health teacher swore would fail me for sure.