crapped on again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2017.10.09
I was crapped on by a bird again, today - for the fifteenth time in my life. Oddly, it happened the day I received a comment on my story about luck and birdcrap. Ah, for the innocent times (up until this morning) when I'd only been crapped on by fourteen birds.
I'd be glad of a dose of luck. I spent half the morning fixing my phone after "soft bricking" the thing while trying to obtain root access.