Unlucky

Every Wednesday morning for the past several weeks I wake up with an extra hop in my skip, a little extra step with my pep despite a somewhat restless Tuesday night sleep.  Make whatever conjectures you can devise of my week night activities, but truth be told (and this blog is committed to honesty), I've been playing the lottery.  Each Tuesday afternoon'ish I cruise into a CVS pharmacy in order to obtain one Mega Millions ticket, after all, it only takes one.

I figure this is a dollar well invested, and I've got big plans for the winnings (whatever the final mega millions actually ends up being).  In fact, I have a list of the top six things I shall do with my half (because I've committed to splitting it equally with my POC (for those of you readers not privy to secret agent code, that acronym stands for "partner in crime")).  And now, ah, now, we arrive at the crux of this rant because this is actually a rant, and I am beginning to consider my not winning to be a crime, a crime against humanity (mine), and, understandably, I'm pretty pissed (which could lead to unpredictable behavior and harm to oneself (myself)).

I've been doing a seemingly random "quick pick", so I have not been self selecting my numbers.  I've been letting the lottery ordained computers do my picking.  Herein may lie the fundamental hurdle.  I have good reason (a la Wired magazine's expose on Canadian scratchers) to believe that this selection is not entirely random.  I'm not calling it fixed, but I'm pretty sure the state doesn't actually want me to win.  This is beginning to agitate me, especially because I've felt really good about winning.  I've had that "feeling" the past several weeks only to awake on Wednesday morning to a string of digits that do not (repeat: DO NOT) match [any of] the numbers on my little glossy yellow ticket.

For all of the positive outlook I can harness on Wednesday morning by lunch time I'm pretty much ready to drive off a Mulholland curve.  I don't think anyone wants this.  I don't think this would be good publicity for the state lottery's cause either.  The extreme let down of having absolutely no matching digits is starting to chip away at my outlook; I can only rebuild it so many times.  Question is, can one sue the lottery for psychological damages?  I think this would make an outstanding class action.

Life sometimes can be unlucky.
Unlucky: –adjective
  not lucky; lacking good fortune; ill-fated