The day I moved in to my dorm room during my freshman year of college, my new roommate said a funny thing.  We were on our way to get dinner at the crappy cafeteria, and he accidentally scratched his face and started bleeding.  As we were walking up the stairs, he couldn't get the bleeding to stop, and he simply stated, "It's always something."  I feel this way a lot.  Some days, whether it's because of my deep-seated cynicism or powers beyond my control, it just seems like if it's not one thing, it's another thing.  My hip doesn't hurt anymore, but now my back does.  I got my car washed, but now there's a rust stain on one of the floor mats.  In the words of the great poet, historian, and American Idol judge Paula Abdul, "I take two steps forward; I take two steps back."  How true, Paula. #psychology