I don't even know, guys.
I'm kind of clumsy, yes. I'd like to think I'm this graceful gazelle flitting about like a...graceful gazelle, but I'm not. I'm kind of a walking disaster zone. I trip a lot. And bump into things. It's adorable, right? My clumsiness?
Earlier today I managed to bruise myself with a box of cat litter. I mean, it was a heavy box, guys, and I'm just a fragile little thing. It's not my fault! I will give myself a pass on that.
But I just walked back to the bathroom, a journey I make at least a half dozen times a day (I drink a lot of water), and...something happened. Somehow, I cannot even begin to explain to you how, I managed to hit my head on the edge of the wall as I was rounding the corner.
WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS? WHAT THE FUCK.
I am a mess.
I have the depth perception of a drunk pirate.
They shouldn't let me have a license.
But whatever, I'm still awesome.