Just in a day I lose track of how many times I walk into a door frame, trip over something, stub my toe, break something falling on my ass, burn myself, get something in my eye and proceed to freak and walk into door frame, trip over garbage can cuz I can't see it, stub toe on random object lying on floor, fall onto said object and breaking it, and burning myself on stove because I was cooking in the first place hence I got vinegar in my eye... this is just in a ten-second time frame. Being a jeweler I work with a lot of fire. I lost count of how many times I've set myself or something else on fire that wasn't supposed to be. COMPLETELY SOBER, mind you. I've got lots of scars, most of them with a laughable story in tow. This is why I'll never be a ballerina. Methinks I need a helmet and a giant hamster ball if I want to see my next birthday.

That's all, folks. Now I must attend to my newest wounds... bonk! Ouch.