signs from above

I think someone is trying to tell me something.
First of all I almost killed myself with a table lamp yesterday afternoon whilst procrastinating on doing anything useful like practise and watching mediocre afternoon television. We had this marble table lamp (not ours, it came with the house) that Tamar had put up on the shelf behind the sofa and as I lay there feeling vaguely buggy and sorry for myself it fell on my head for no apparent reason.
The soft lampshade-y bit... not the skull-crushing coma inducing marble bit.

So I felt lucky, and more than a bit weirded out as to the possibility of some homocidal poltergeist living in our flat... until I realised that the cord had fallen down behind the sofa cushion and I must have pulled on it as I sat back.

Freaky stuff...

The lamp does not live on that shelf any more...

And then later on, I was settling into my now usual insomniac routine (it'll all change once I go on tour again, but for the moment my brain is far too full for getting to sleep before I'm too exhausted to move). Decided to come and check my email, since the wee sma' hours here is conveniently when my Aussie friends are awake back on the other side of the equator. Moved from where I was sitting to turn the laptop on and suddenly heard the sound of a water balloon bursting from behind me. A sodding great big bubble had burst on the ceiling and now there was water streaming down onto the spot where I had been sitting. My flatmate arrived home just as I was banging on the door to upstairs to ask them where the leak was coming from, but we couldn't raise them (turns out someone was home but sleeps with earplugs in. Greeaaat.), so had this weird drunken conversation at 1:30am with one unsuspecting member of that household that we ambushed as they unlocked the front door and have been filling up pots and pans with brown water ever since.

The landlord is fixing it.

But all this leads me to ask the question... what????

Should I start doing more with my days off and spend them at the gym or something? Should I stop sitting on the sofa worrying so much about Life the Universe and Everything. Is this a sign that I should go out and see the new Harry Potter movie? (I like that hypothesis the best)

So many questions.

I'm not going to the gym that much at the moment because apart from the fact that the weather is foul and if I don't have to go out in it on my days off, I don't wanna... everyone at the gym seems to be sick anyway, so I've got more chance of coming down with the winter lurgy that everyone is falling over like flies with if I do go. That said... I still should. There is no gain without pain or something like that... and I always feel great after a good workout.

I'm just not a rainy weather person.