I have decided that I must be living in a Gothic novel of some sort. Evidence from the past forty-eight hours:
1) My bank cancelled my check card, thanks to a security breach on campus that has led to several instances of attempted fraud.
2) My car thought that it would be a good idea to get a flat tire. In the rain. When I was twenty miles away from my mechanic.
3) One of my kitchen cabinet doors felt a burning desire to separate itself from its moorings.
4) And now, the roof at House the Original has (re)sprung a leak.
I can only conclude that I have somehow insulted some sort of demonic force, which is now taking out its rage upon my innocent possessions. (Dude! Seriously! The check card did nothing to you!)