When it rains, it pours.

I must have a little piece of me that goes looking for trouble, and finding it. Granted at least some of this is my own fault, (I'm sure,) but only a small bit of of it can be linked to me in any way. Sigh...
Deja vu.
All over again.
The world falls down one bit at a time most nights.
Others it crumbles.